Drunk In Love.

I won't be surprised if I own them because I do have to confess that those smells always get me high. You know, the kind of smell that makes you go gaga just thinking about them? Yeah, they calm my mind like a lover would to his better half. It is always sweet, calming, breathtaking, loving, unimaginably perfect, just staying right there daydreaming about them or, better still, having to be right in their midst! It is crazily peaceful and joyful.

"Oh, heavenly glorious sound." Hehe, they were made for me and I them as well. We make each other better every day we get to embrace each other. I get drunk in love in their presence, and Beyonce song, "Drunk in love," will surely give you more insight into the smells I speak of as you journey with me into this undeniable tranquility

Let's take the first in line. The first smell I am about to speak about makes me lose focus and tripping like a drunken fellow, and if you've journeyed with me for a while, you'll give a beautiful smile as I mention the smell of the sea. Yeah! Being in the presence of the sea does some magic to my heart even from miles away. You may find it unbelievable, but I don't because I am the one that feels this, and with my full chest, I find the smell of the sea enriching.

Just being there with the wind dazzling around me like a stripper, I get lost in the magical hands of ocean love. I find myself going closer because I am simply drunk and can not stop myself from the deep romance it always has in stock for me.

Moving on, let's talk about books. I am a crazy lover of novels, no doubt, and I do love the smell of an old book. Oh, sweet goodness! I can't begin to explain how the smell of old books gets me enthralled like a sorcerer with a stick, it leads me on and on to some sort of inner love and peace that gets me smiling like a psychiatric patient.

The smell of old books gives me a coffee-like taste and smell mixed with some sort of unknown amazing fruit that keeps you alive and wanting more and more like a baby sucking his mothers breast milk. The feeling it brings is unexplainably perfect to both my inner and outer self.

And to my last but not least of my favorite smells, I am going with the sweet aroma I get from any food I crave as I find those cravings caressing my lips like an insane sane Alpha King wolf who wants to mark his territory in sweet romantic gestures.

The thought of craving something alone gets my heart high like a baby seeing Santa for the first time. And, being able to cook or order it drives me insane. Like, it literally has me panting hard from the sweet flavor it brings and makes me want to rub myself with the flavor from the dish before savoring it like it is my last meal on planet Earth.

Whenever I am in the midst of the aforementioned smells, I get stuck and drunk so much that I want to extract those smells from them and make them my special perfume. These smells not only calm me, but they also bring the best out of me as well. The bestest smile, laughter, peace, love, and those positive vibes needed to continue living life.

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Still yours truly,
Balikis.

Thanks for reading and listening.

Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.