Michael lay next to his new lover, reminded again that everyone's body… smelled.
      Not that he thought of himself as odorless, but the odor of his body was familiar and easily ignored. Her aroma was strange, not unpleasant, but different.
      Eventually he'd accommodate, and her smell would become a familiar thing. But in a few months (weeks? days?) she'd go on her way and he'd find a new lover with a different smell. And then Michael would have to adjust all over again.
      She looked up at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
      "Hmmm…? Me? …nothing."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo
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  1. who you callin’ stinky?

    Comment by thunderwhelmed — June 10, 2004 @ 11:24 am

  2. to all of tone’s readers, that does NOT mean we’ve done the boom-boom

    Comment by thunderwhelmed — June 10, 2004 @ 11:25 am

  3. i just love that the words “boom-boom” were used.

    hee hee

    Comment by voz37 — June 10, 2004 @ 1:49 pm

  4. like you’ve never made the same observation

    Comment by tone_milazzo — June 11, 2004 @ 2:22 am

  5. “I have never had boom-boom relations with April Hiller”

    Comment by tone_milazzo — June 11, 2004 @ 2:24 am

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