glowing embers of the candle serves as the only source of illumination in a darkened room. the mingling of sex and incense dissapating, carried each by unseen molecules that surrounds us…this is what we learned in science class…funny what you think of at a time like this…what does linger is the sweet smell of afterglow. i trace small circles on your skin, smiling…your beautiful eyes half closed…messengers of sleepytown came calling, and you heeded the call willingly.
i kissed you again, and held you closer…i inhaled again, breathing in the scent of your skin that’s uniquely yours. my heart felt full, and i felt complete…like the first time, just like every time…
i love you my sweet girl, i whispered…and i drifted off…same as you, dreaming of our future…