Morning light opens my eyes
I feel the dew of you
Covering my skin.
Gossamer sins of lost virtue
Hang from the fading darkness.
The afterglow of an angels kiss
Taste  delicately on my lips.
The pillow where you rested
Is pungent with the aromas
Of passion.
Pulling it to my breast
I inhale the last of your fragrance.
And your whispers of desire
haunt the connection between
space and time.
Causing the clock to crawl
its passing seconds
until you return to my bed.