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The Scent of Awe
Parfum de Soixante-neuf (érotique)
“Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense.” — Song of Solomon 4:6
They met at a flower show twenty years ago today. They were both extending their necks to get a sniff of a beautiful orange rose, their noses almost touching—when Destiny knocked their heads together. From that day onward their passionate lovelust seemed to always be on fire and it certainly was today.
For their anniversary they went for a day at Coney Island. The weather was beautifully warm for a late day in April. The smell of sand and ocean and hot dogs filled the air. Philip wore some tan linen pants, sandals and a tank top. Elizabeth, a lovely summer dress through which he could see the outline of her thighs when the sun was behind her. More than once he mentioned thinking of the lovely furry junction between them, wrapped in soft cotton. And she likewise examined, and with a sly smile, made reference to the outline of the bulge in his pants. They hugged as the sun went down, faces in each other’s hair, taking in the intoxicating familiarity they loved.
Osmolagnia —from Greek: smell lust. They discovered their common passion soon after they met.
They had a…
