The residue of this fling
The residue of our delicious love together will not pass my senses unnoticed. it will not get washed away for a long time. It was one of those flings with someone whose memory will always remain.
With the sense of smell, I smelled the amazing scent of your perfume, a scent that reminds me of old buildings and a garden full of pretty red roses.
With the sense of touch, our hands touched together and I fell into your arms, a warm home full of security and happiness.
With the sense of sight, I saw your beautiful blue eyes whose wildness reminded me of the waves of the ocean and when you blinked, remined me of how the sea rises and fall magnificently.
With the sense of hearing, I heard your angelic voice that transfixed me and made me sense your masculinity.
With the sense of taste, I tasted your delicious being that were close to me, I tasted your lips and it was like the world was only you.
Maybe these feelings mean more than I think. Maybe this is more than a fling. Maybe It happens again, maybe it wont. But I am sure I will get a chance to see you again.
I wish the night was longer and I was not alone.
