~ The night we had ~

 

The scent of a woman,

that specific woman;

Torn clothes,

and the cluttered linen;

Prove the night we had.

The moan that buried, beneath

the fluttering window drapes;

The bite marks,

and the nail marks;

The battle marks of making out.

Dead on one’s feet, after

a battle of fire and ice;

Burning in desire was pleasing,

so was melting to the core;

All before I close my eyes.

 The morning sun,

and the sea breeze,

pleased me indeed, but

distraction needs something more,

than her towel wrapped soul.

With another smile,

and another kiss,

she fades away from sight;

As I dissolve in the fantasy,

Of the night we had.

 

- Justin Nen

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