By Jenna (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 12 January 1999

Breathless

As you depart
from inside of me
you take nothing.
        (give so freely)

Your Smell
Taste
and Sweat Remain

As my eyes shut
I think...
Of how your hands felt 
as your finger-tips
mesermized
each curve of my body.

They slowly slide off 
and the breath of my soul
departs from my wanting lips.
         (given so freely)