I can still smell her on my skin

Lavender and spice from her lotion

Chai and almond from the massage oil

And the smell of her…

On my fingers

On my face

It keeps my heart racing

I’m giddy and euphoric

Our moments together have passed

Built-up, climaxed, and denouement

I can no longer taste her lips

Her sweat her skin

Nor feel her tongue

Or warmth of her body on mine

I can’t hear her voice

Her whispers and moans

I only see her in my memories

A picture in my head that doesn’t do beauty justice

But oh the smell of her still lingers

Long after the small death

My passion stays aroused

I inhale her and its like that first touch

Goose pimples on my skin

Hardness in my organ

As long as this scent lingers