When I cup my palm against my mouth I can smell her on me.  A not unpleas­ant odor that instills a desire for more.  I stand in the bath­room of an almost expen­sive hotel.  There’s enough light bulbs above the mir­ror to illu­mi­nate a Hol­ly­wood movie.  I can feel my self-esteem pud­dling at my toes, […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…