My smell

In the heat of the day, I raise my arms high,
To sniff my armpits, oh my, oh my!
A strong odour, sexy and hot,
Sweaty and stinky, it hits the spot.

I shower, but not each and every day,
I like my skin a bit sticky, I must say,
Between my legs, the sweat does linger,
It makes me feel wild, oh what a zinger!

Three days now, without a wash down there,
The scent is getting strong, it's in the air,
I call it "wash gaps," where smells thrive,
Sometimes lasting for five days or more, they strive.

Once again, I lift my arm with delight,
Sniffing my pits, it's a thrilling sight,
It turns me on, this musky embrace,
A scent that's unique, filling the space.

Opening my legs, I feel the sensation,
My pussy hair glistening with sweet elation,
Juices dripping in strands, oh so fine,
Between my thighs, a moment divine.

A smell of readiness, of arousal so keen,
Pee and musk, an enticing scene,
And something more raunchy, a hint of delight,
Whispering softly in the depths of the night.

Thick, swollen lips, they beg for a touch,
Alluring and full, oh how they clutch,
In this sultry moment, my senses awake,
A poem of passion, my body does make.