Scent of a Woman

It lingers soft, it clings so sweet,
A fragrance rich, a spell complete.
Not bottled, bought, or sprayed with care,
But something raw—it fills the air.

The scent of power, the scent of sin,
The musk of Her against my skin.
It wraps me up, it pulls me close,
A drug, a need I crave the most.

Leather, spice, a wicked tease,
A whisper floating on the breeze.
The heat, the sweat, the trace she leaves,
It haunts my breath—I want to breathe.

I close my eyes, I sink, I drown,
She purrs, “Good boy, now get back down.”
Her scent, my leash, the air I take,
A perfume made for me to break.

About The Author

Levi

Levi’s path into the depths of submission began as a whispered secret within his soul, a truth he embraced long before he could articulate its significance. From his earliest inklings, he knew his path would be one of service and devotion. He recalls his first experience with a dominant female was in Kindergarten, being bullied by a girl in the first grade – and liking it! His first sexual experience with a dominant female happened in high school, and throughout his college years, Levi delved deep into the recesses of his desires, seeking understanding and fulfillment in the embrace of dominance and submission. View Full Profile