UnterZwang

Not one with oneself, the hormones on wrong paths and the moods in the constant alternating bath of feelings.
Cool and exuberant, false laughter and real tears, the first love and the first heartache, the first time and the experiences afterwards.
Terror at school, loneliness at home and happy moments in my spare time.

I keep it so close because the memories hurt me and still hope that maybe one or two of you will understand what I am trying to express.
He ...and yes, this was mostly, with very few exceptions, not beautiful. Many traumas that I still try to overcome today are connected to him...and yet I cannot part with him because he is a part of me that I want to hide but not let go of

Actually, I don't have the words to describe this scent even approximately, but still I want to dare.
First of all you have to say :Either you love him...or you hate him.
And yes...I belong to the former, because this smell, which envelops everything and lets nothing else penetrate, is for me pure ecstasy, which mates with moments of mummy-child-cuddle and moments of man-woman lust. He is as penetrating as a toddler begging for attention 24 hours a day and as seductive as a man who makes every effort to...well...prepare the highest pleasures.

I want to wallow in him, rub him, take him completely inside me...even though he is disgusting and I want to run away from him at the same time. He is sweet, bitter, warm cold, rain, summer, autumn and winter, he is the night in the club and the day as a housewife.

When I wear it, I feel everything and nothing...the whole universe wrapped in a grain of sand.

This fragrance is my kryptonite: indescribably beautiful and unbelievably disgusting at the same time