Last night remains a scentA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLast night remains a scent Remembered at slow length - Drawn from the air, lingering about - A secret kept under my breath. The union of your soft lips Upon mine - warm and precious - Mixed with your fingertips Touching my arms were luxurious. Your flirting, like your words, stumbled - Became nervous on cue. Your eyes - brown like truffles - Were delicious to my view. Yes, above all else, your eyes Are what I remember. Let me kiss your eyes shut tonight So that they might sleep better.
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