I can still smell her on my skin
Lavender and spice from her lotion
Chai and almond from the massage oil
And the smell of her…
On my fingers
On my face
It keeps my heart racing
I’m giddy and euphoric
Our moments together have passed
Built-up, climaxed, and denouement
I can no longer taste her lips
Her sweat her skin
Nor feel her tongue
Or warmth of her body on mine
I can’t hear her voice
Her whispers and moans
I only see her in my memories
A picture in my head that doesn’t do beauty justice
But oh the smell of her still lingers
Long after the small death
My passion stays aroused
I inhale her and its like that first touch
Goose pimples on my skin
Hardness in my organ
As long as this scent lingers
