The smell of him. I cant really explain it. I imagine it’s the hair on his chest. It has a scent I cant explain. I love it. It lingers on his clothing. It lingers when he sweats. It lingers when it’s humid. It reminds me of a beast, how you can smell them in the air. It’s a pleasant aroma unique to him. It linger on me too. After he’s done his manly things with me. The only time a man is his most masculine is when he’s with a women. Isn’t that cute? It’s poetic. If you think long & hard about what a mans purpose is, in his most basic form, you’ll get it. But only the conscious minded will get it. Others are too distracted by what everyone else is distracted by to ne able to set themselves apart. My big man sets himself apart. I love men so much.
