Man Musk: An Ode to Armpits

The first time I lost myself in a man's scent, I felt possessed.

There’s a certain natural scent I love on a man. Inhaling it elicits a primal and evolutionary response. It’s a drug that I crave. I need to keep whiffing to get that next dose, and I fear if I don’t, I may drop dead. 

This alluring musk isn’t to be confused with body odor. If you just ran ten miles, and have sweat dripping down your hairy body, I will l…