Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The Scent of a Man

Not just any Man...

Today, as i cleaned up Our bedroom, i lifted SirW's shirts to my nose to see if they needed to be washed, and as i breathed Him in, i became intoxicated and aroused and was reminded of a day not long ago...

SirW came to visit me on Our 6 month anniversary - it was time for Him to collar His kitten.  The ceremony was unbelievable, like a dream and when it was finished, i felt so amazing and proud to be His in such a completely.

But, as with all the visits He or i made to each other, We knew the time would draw near for Him to go back home, and with Him went my Canada.  And i remained, in the hot desert sun and lived my life without His touch, His scent.

When He left, my apartment felt so empty, my bed so big, my heart left to yearn for His return.  When We next spoke, i told Him i missed Him and asked Him to send me some of His shirts, so when i felt my loneliness creep in, i could reach for His shirt and breathe Him into me and pretend He was standing right next to me.

And on those days and nights, i felt comforted to have His scent within an arms reach and, while sometimes it made me cry for Him to be near, it calmed me...every time.

Today, as i breathed in the scent of Him from His shirt, i smiled, for i could look back and see that my dreams have been realized...i am His, i am.


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  2. After reading this post and making a comment I read much more of your blog and your other blog, too. My comment then seemed inappropriate so I deleted it. Instead i will just say how much I enjoy reading your writing, it's a great pleasure to read such positive accounts of your life. Long may you continue to enjoy life with your husband, and I hope you will find greater ease in your mothering role too, as time goes by.