There are odors in my room,
circulating,
titillating my mind.
But, they're really more
like fragrances
& sweet memories of you,
not physically here,
I just think you are.
Primordial to the bone.
Raw to the skin.
Primal instincts.
Wantonness beyond compare.
Sensuality to the core.
Hot Tamale.
Honest *****.
O Yes Darling,
you still haunt me
when I want you,
need your smells
to quell my memory.