Here is a sweet poem she wrote for me:
not wanting to wash your scent from my skin.
memories filling my lips,
longing again for the taste of your kiss.
the warmth of your breath across my neck
responsibilities loom,but my thoughts
they slip so eagerly back to you.
are you genuine,even real...
could i be just a pass time,for space you need filled..
no i have to stop
i refuse to entertain these rancid thoughts
i'll just go back,
to the night before
the anticipation,
the smile
the kiss as you opened the door.
Damn, not bad
