I pass through rooms
reliving the time
you were mine.
Dishevelled cushions
discarded in array,
ghostly footsteps
crossing the threshold
of ecstasy.
Here, my fingertips rest,
caress the chipped doorframe
mimicking the circles you drew
across my shoulders,
along my spine.
Whispers of you
drift delicately by my neck,
cheeks and earlobes,
over the threshold,
lit by a ray of sunlight,
into ecstasy.
Cloth pieces of us
adorn the floor
and stretch carelessly
in the afternoon sun.
Here, I breathe deeply,
inhaling the scent
of you and I,
lovers entwined
in cotton and cloud nine.
Breathtaking!
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