Dirty… A Poem

Forgive me if I don’t wash

I know it sounds unclean

But dammit if you only knew

How good he smells on me

Maybe you’d understand,

Wouldn’t turn with such disgust,

If you knew exactly how it got there

I’m swimming in his manly musk

His fragrance faded from my pillow

His delicious smell only on my skin

Who knows how long it’ll be

Before I can bury my nose in him again

Intoxicating seems too easy

Saying I’m high doesn’t fit

The way I feel when engulfed in his scent

Shit… no words can even describe it

So excuse me if I don’t wash right away

I promise I won’t make it routine

I found myself a warm place to lay

So you know what? Fuck being clean!