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her sillage settled in my room
after she left
it brings back memories of
what we did that night
your lips pressed against mine
my hands on you soft skin
feeling the curves of your body
I was high on your touch
couldn't get enough
always needed more of you
now you're gone
and all I'm left with
are the memories
sillage: the degree to which a perfume's fragrance lingers in the air when worn
Rama Krsna Aug 2021
although
you’ve never been
in my bed,
why do my sheets smell
of that lingering fragrance of you?

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