Inhale at the Afterglow

The scent of you upon my skin,
I close my eyes as I breathe you in,
the afterglow shines at the inhale,
my fingers trace a softened trail.
a memory of caresses past,
drifting through my mind, at last, 
whispers, like silk, pass through me,
soft, tender, of all possibilities to be.

Reviews

[Khaled A Khunaifer]

This is a great poem, a great art is one that illustrate what cannot be contained by human understanding .. capturing that is the essence of art

[Aramey]

Thank you for the comment and stopping to read, I'm glad you enjoyed :)

[Everett DeValle]

Awww an Aramey poem...I love it...highly sensual in your adoration...the imagery is very romantic that I felt that Love. Nicely done. :)

[Aramey]

Thank you Everette, always glad to see you stopped to read :)

[Everett DeValle]

I enjoy reading you, Aramey...it always my pleasure. :)