Strange how a sent can change.
Every moment brutal as it fades.
Hard to give up such a sent of memory.
A good time with hopes of forever.

               ............Pulling away.

Need of someone to cover me again with sweat.
Fleshed out with you.
Gain access to my mind.
Because you have no restrictions when it comes to me.

Then your sent gets old and In need of a refill like a reliable prescription.
I'm shaking from a withdrawal that will never forget.

A door left open with a meaningful use.
If gentlemen still exist then your welcome to enter.
But don't let anyone see you leave.
I feel like they think they know me.