Your Used Underwear

send me your used underwear.
let it be my souvenir.

one that's been worn for days,
absorbing scent and grime,
The crotch stained with perpetually dampness
with piss dribbles over time.

countless times it has been masturbated in
and the precum stains from the wet dream
the backside is always stained with skidmarks
coz that ass has never been properly cleaned.

The sweat has soaked in, deep between the cheeks,
And even the gas expelled, a fragrance that speaks.
For hours it resides, lingering in the air,
Creating a scent that holds a certain flair.

I wish to inhale it deeply, a longing, a craving,
A curious desire, unapologetically braving.
The result of this act, nature's sweet release,
A climax reached, a moment of inner peace.

So here I stand, hoping for a gift so strange,
A man's scented underwear, a sensation to arrange.
In this request lies a unique fascination,
In simple terms, a yearning for a peculiar sensation