Under My Skin Francesca Bianchi 2017

... or under your skin. I can't smell myself, no matter how close I get my nose to my skin. I can't smell you, no matter how close I am to you. My love for you is so strong, I want to be as close to you as possible. No, being close is an understatement; I want to crawl inside you, I want us to be one. I get closer to you and smell your skin, your own scent. The closer I get to you, the more I smell you. My nose is glued to your skin, I inhale your fragrance. I inhale and breathe and smell. What I perceive, your own scent, which I love so much, I want to smell. I open myself up and detach from here and now. I lose my mind. I want more. I can't get enough, and I press my nose hysterically against your skin. The scent is not intense enough. I continue to run and dig my nose along you. I run and dig with my nose to find the spot that smells the strongest of you...
Nothing satisfies, I need to get closer with my nose and dig myself under your skin. Under my skin. We are one after all. Captivatingly fresh and animalistic, I perceive you, no wait, I perceive myself. A slight salty-spice I can taste with my nose, like fresh sweat on my skin.

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The sillage can truly be described by the title. Such a captivating animalistic scent. I find the fragrance perfect for entering the animalistic scent world.