Macrosmatic

it smelled of inner thighs,
of scratched skin,
of warm things

it smelled of anxious mouths not knowing where to kiss first,
of arms wishing they had more hands
and hands wishing they had more fingers

it smelled of pungent, mixing fluids
of chemistry and biology,
of evaporating sweat

it smelled of throats, swelling up, getting ready to scream.
it smelled of faint groans and high pitched sighs,
of saliva, meeting saliva,
of intense stimulation,
of euphoria at its maximum

it smelled of insane pleasure
coming out of every single pore of our skin,
flooding air particles,
making us high.