By Ms_Demeanour Date: 19 October 1999
On my clothes, on my skin - Mmm God! - his smell is on me, Like his soul clinging to mine, These vestiges of ecstasy. I lift away a strand Of my long, golden hair, But leave the shorter, dark one I have found lying there. The touch of his last kiss Persisting on my lips, I let the aching mount Lik him, between my hips. I sit alone in bliss, Wanting no other solitude, save this.