The smell of your scent
Lingers on my lips
As you swear
You cant do this again.
But our bodies are too familiar
As you trace my skin
Eyes closed
With your fingertips.
Letting go of most of us
Was easy
Except the way you ease yourself inside of me.
Makes me question
What was going through my head
The day I left.
And in the morning, I know,
We'll try to convince ourselves that letting go
Is best.
But right now,
There's no greater feeling
Than my head on your chest.

                           ADeCoil