Heat.

Heat.

I’m just the lingering scent of perfume in your bed,
The memory of wide eyes rolling back,
A ghost of fingers gripping tight to shoulders,
The friction of hips and sheets and lips,
The taste of passion.
I was the feel of soft curves under your hands
On that last night we were together,
The soft touch of legs grazing.
I kissed you hard cuz I knew it was the last time I would,
Summer ends too fast and we come rushing back to reality and brutal honesty:
“It was just a one-time thing”.
I guess love wasn’t a factor in your head
And lust left our brains foggy in the darkness,
As we scrambled for purchase in the tangle of your sheets.
I listened to your heartbeat as my eyes fought sleep and lost
But in the morning you were gone.