This Lingering

This lingering
He leans forward to grab hold
A mist of her
Can it be?
His hair falls into his face
Ah! Yes, a memento of her
Clings tenacious to his curl
A mystical scent
Undefined rich intoxicating
He closes his eyes and inhales
And immediately conjures
The green-eyed witch of her
Casting spells, throwing sparks
Trailing fairy dust aromas
Seeping into the depths
Of all she touches
This lingering
He can feel the curve of her breast
The silk stroke of her hair
Tickling across his face
The dewy fresh ivory skin
That fits so completely to
His coarse man-skin
Her laughter --he can smell
Her throaty velvet laugh
A musky sexy trap
That hurtles him into time
Into the present into the future
This lingering
makes him want her

Copyright Kim White©2008