Traces Of You…

You leave them every visit
Those traces of you
And oh how they linger
They haunt me through my day

I strand of hair I pull off my shirt
The smell of your body wash on my pillow
The sore spots and the scratch marks
Your scent entangled in my facial hair

The air is thick with you
Thick with the scent of lust
Oh how they linger
Those traces of you

SP

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