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i am soiled by sex
her scent is painted on my person
smeared, matted
on my mind
on my lips
on my fingers
across my genitals
each passing breeze lifts the scent
to my nose
each passing woman
fills the visual void
to which
a scent has been supplied
i am enveloped in a swarming bath of the female
an olfactoral orgy
where i am bombarded by the scent
of a thousand pulsing vaginas
i am hungry and nauseous 
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