in the afternoon, it’s still there
remembering what was done
as I go through the motions of the day
I revel in this acute but exquisite knowing
that you were here
the ghost of the intimacy still with me
rough, careless almost
I can still feel the pressure of your forearms on my collar bone
the warmth of your chest pressed into my back
pulling me in so close I question
if you also feel the pulsing desperation
to become one with each forceful stroke
it feels a little dirty and I like that
I like that I can smell you on me
taste you almost
all the evidence you leave
is the sweetest reminder and validation that you wanted me
that you have been here and have conquered
and that you will do it again and again
LL/eCv.
the blood
& the bones
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