It smelt of many colognes and sweat,
sweet, adolescent sweat,
a slight undertone of fabric softener hinting at the edges of the nasal smorgasbord.
Adultery’s cologne was
most prominent, being the freshest rub,
almost like a deer rubs on a tree,
It was a pleasant musk with a sweetness to it.
Next came that of Sin, Adidas
Moves… I know
because I almost stole the bottle from his house,
I absolutely love the smell.
Underneath these smells comes Angel.
Angel’s smell can’t be classified as anything but manly.
It is musky, and sweet, and masculine.
He is an amateur body builder,
its how you would expect
a very hygienic body builder to smell,
thats out to please the ladies.
Thats Angel.
Under all this,
in the very fabric of the shirt,
is Loki.
Its a stronger musk,
something like Old Spice White Water I believe…
and the fabric softener, and the sweat.
The shirt does, after all, belong to Loki.
The slim and trim tall white boy
with the curly dark hair
and laughing blue eyes.
He was wearing it under a red t shirt,
and upon getting too warm,
he stripped himself of both shirts in the middle of the hallway, and slipped the red one back over his head by itself,
the cotton sliding slowly over the creamy
white curves of his chest and stomach.
(I snatched it, and slipped it beneath my t shirt,
and commenced changing into it and whipped the t shirt off my head. That is how it came to be in my possession.)…
The kid is a goof ball, but he’s got a six pack
and nice pecks…
The kind of kid you’d never expect it out of,
the football player that sits
the bench at least two out of five games…
He’s athletic, but he’s a dork,
and it makes him cute, but no one would think him cute without taking much time to think…
He’s mischievous but honest…
If that makes sense…
Smooth, warm, supple, skin… Lightly salty…
Definitely pleasant to the mouth- teeth, tongue, and all… Especially the shoulder area, and that wonderful chest,
a chest that was hidden by this coarse black shirt…
The coarse black shirt that sets against my tan, soft breasts, that flatters my curves like it could never do to his…
I wonder if he thinks about it being against me,
how the shirt rubbing against my skin
had been rubbing against his…
And how it could have been on his floor…
and his skin been in the place of it….
Adultery would like the shirt to be on his floor, so he can take its place…
Angel and Sin as well…
But its the owner of the shirt,
the goofy buff boy
that I want to take the place of the shirt against my skin.