Under My Skin Francesca Bianchi 2017

... or under your skin. I can't smell myself no matter how close my nose is to your skin. I can't smell you no matter how close I am. My love for you is so strong, I want to be close to you. No being close is an understatement, I want to crawl inside you, I want us to be one. I come closer to you and smell your skin, your own scent. The closer I get, the more I smell you. My nose sticks to your skin, I inhale your scent. I inhale and breathe and smell. That which I perceive, your own scent, which I love so much, I want to smell. I open myself and detach myself from here and now. Losing my mind. I want more. I can't get enough, and I hysterically press my nose against your skin. Not intense enough is the scent. I keep driving and picking at you with my nose. I drive and pick with my nose, trying to find the spot that smells the most like you...
Nothing satisfies, I need to get my nose in closer and I drill down to under your skin. Under my skin. We are one, after all. Beguilingly fresh and animalistic I perceive you, no wait, I perceive me. A slight salty spice I can taste with my nose, like fresh sweat on my skin.

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The sillage can really be described with the title. Such a beguiling animalic scent. I find the fragrance perfect for the entry into the animalic fragrance world.