Through the long years on the street, where survival was of the utmost importance, in a land where drive-bys were a way of life, those who lived there were forced to develop a shorter way of communicating in order to survive.
axe is the scent of arousal. it is comprised entirely of pheromones and it kills my cool facade of indifference toward the opposite sex.
'course, the catch is that i have to already like you to find it attractive on you.
when he lifts his shirt to rub his tummy it arouses me beyond control, but when the scent of axe assaults me, i fall, weak-kneed, into his crotch. naked.