By Unchained
Date: 2001 Aug 22
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[[2001.08.22.20.13.18379]]

And it lingers


Your fingers
traced silken patterns
down my back
across my shoulders
under my shirt
to touch
and tease
and tingle
the skin
until I forgot
what it was like
to be without out you.

Your hair
soft against my face
falling down your back
to touch
and hold
and wonder at
the wonder of you.

Your perfume
so light
exotic
and unnamed
melting memory
to olfactory
to intoxicating
erotic scents
forever branding
these feelings
with the smell
of you.

And I'm alone
now
remembering
your fingers
your hair
your perfume
haunting
and calling
and still
calling.

And it lingers.