Better on Paper

The humidity crept upon my skin in a way that almost tickled,
Sweetly slamming against all my senses.
The body odor-ridden stench threatened to choke me;
My nostrils immediately outstretched in greeting.
My mind wandered to you and how you warmly welcome me every time.
If I received a dime for each time you blew my mind,
I could rent a million horses to ride and gallop into all the wonders the world resides.