The Scent of a Man

You gave me a hug, and I could smell you. Below the cologne, under the clothes, the scent of your body. I had to hold myself back from biting your neck. I felt your arms hold on longer than they should. I wanted to say something, but didn't use words. I held on with you. Then things became uncomfortable. We aren't supposed to do that. We aren't supposed to want each other like that. We chose not to continue for the sake of all involved. We loved each other. We've touched each other. We've told each other truths that we had never shared with a single soul. And in a single moment, your scent took me back and made my knees shake. I wonder, do I do the same to you still?