His scent drove her to distraction.
It wafted under her nostrils as she meandered through the day,
assailing her from under her nails, over her shoulder, out of her hair,
from the crevices of her body
where he had nestled.
His smell of intoxication,
their intoxication,
the heady fragrance of skin on skin
and seeping sweat
and rain
and longing
and babies-in-waiting,
cloaking the earth in an urgent, primal need,
festering, clawing for its right to survive;
swirling into somnolent minds
and jaded spirits,
leaving craving, anticipation,
and half-mouthed miss-yous
in its wake.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Wow! Lovely.
Sighhh….so so nice. It just made me want to lie down and read it a few more times.
On another note, WHERE did you get the banner picture? It’s beautiful.
Beautiful! It’s almost like the words are fragrant too…
Nice!
Dipali: Hello, hellooo! 😀 How goes?
Thinking Cramps: No credit to me, girl, it’s part of the template I chose. 🙂
D: Really? I was thinking they could do with some deodorant. 😉
Rajni: 🙂 How are Nisha and Rohit?
Didn’t think of it like that but can easily interpret “his scent” that “drove her to distraction” as bad body odour 😉 😛
D: Is there any such thing as good body odor? 😉 Sorry, just couldn’t resist. I’m in a mean mood today.
They’re both fine & growing fast!
🙂 i like.
Rajni: Glad to hear it.
MM: 😀
Sigh…
No, but there is such a thing as body odor.
Damnhobsons: Sigh…
D: You bet there is. 😀 Think Mumbai local trains.