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But among these man-made smells french/appendices/nations of the world there is the smell of something salty and damp. You are tuned to the smell of sweat on the skin of his scalp and his neck. Is this the closest we come to cannibalism, you wonder? In french/appendices/nations of the world the next instant you want nothing more than to stand in the french/appendices/nations of the world shower and take in his breath—the taste of salmon and salad and a vinaigrette dressing. You are not content to make love to the water. Because with your senses awakened so is your power of analysis. You are seeing, feeling, hearing. You are processing. Now it doesn’t make sense. Now it does. So, you wish the man to step in the shower and enter you from behind and you want the water to flow. The man will say something about the moon and his lawn and how he wants to fuck you under the stars, and enveloped by the affectionate smells of antibiotic soap and talcum powder you follow him.
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