She wears my t-shirt at my place,
Cuz it kind of smells like me,
It’s relaxed, and fun, and casual,
Which is how we like to be,
And when she wears my t-shirt,
There’s an olfactory transfer,
So when she’s gone I wear the t-shirt,
Cuz it kind of smells like her.
Random Misanthrope 
At one point, I was told:
“Please don’t put on my shirt.
Your breasts are lovely albeit a bit large
and I don’t like how the stretch the material.”
I wore it anyway.
Wow. Those words would never cross my lips.