Rolling over softly as not to wake you
I find you gone
my hand feeling
the all too familiar warmth
of your absence
my face presses gently
against your pillow
inhaling the scent of clean fresh hair
I cannot help but smile,

your night dress rests folded
by the bed
I take it pressing it to my face
breathing you in deeply...

perfume and anti-perspirant
mingle and merge
outlining images of you within my minds eye
and there still
remains a trace
of cocoa and coffee bean
and softly beneath them all
a hint of sweat and heated touch of passion

and again I smile
more wickedly
and press you hard against me
entranced
unable to breathe
for fear
the fragrance fleeting,

Once more I press you to my lips
and taste you in a kiss
before
once more closing my eyes
to sleep
for chance to dream

of you my dream within a dream.