I Love the Smell.
by
Lane Hendricks
I love the smell. The smell of my gym shorts left over from high school.
There are no great memories from them that the smell brings back.
The smell is not reminiscent of good times.
However, there are no bad memories that come racing back either.
In fact, the fact that this particular pair of shorts came from my years in high school has
Nothing to do with my reason for loving their smell.
You must be informed that I typically don’t wear underwear.
Underwear of any make
Or model is annoying, cumbersome,
And they tend to get disoriented in my pants
Like a wondering merchant in the desert. So where does this smell originate?
I love the smell of my gym shorts left over from high school
After many nights wearing them.
After many nights my urine has created a slight stench of sitting,
Begging for more alcohol to be pissed out.
After many nights my precum has left small white stains on the inside.
These stains are reminders of the pretty girl from last night.
Was she pretty?
I don’t really remember because I drank to much alcohol
Which is why my gym shorts left over from high school smell of urine.
Did I mention I rode my bike to the party?
The smell of sweaty genitals is never duplicated and never mistaken,
Like the unmistakable smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning.
The smell of my gym shorts left over from high school.
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