Masculinity in a Bottle

He walked into the room, commanding attention and my heart, the scent of him is like a drug, intoxicating me, controlling my every thought. A hint of musk and cedarwood, with a touch of leather, manly without being overbearing. I can't help but associate those notes with his broad shoulders, and the way he carries himself with such confidence. There's a subtle spiciness to it as well, a reminder that he's not just strong, but passionate too. It's a fragrance that lingers long after he's gone, a phantom presence in the room, making me crave him even more. I wonder if he knows the power he holds in just one spray of cologne. How it makes me feel like I'm under his spell, completely at his mercy. His scent alone could bring me to my knees, but paired with his charming smile and piercing blue eyes, it's almost too much for my heart to handle. I take a deep breath, trying to memorize every note, to hold onto this moment forever. Because no matter where life takes us, this smell will always bring him back to me, and remind me of what it means to love a man.