...the weeping sounds...

your scent lingers

upon the strands

of my hair,

tangled thickly around

your fingers.

the sheets

smell strongly of you

a deep, foreign scent;

so masculine.

the sounds of

the weeping willow echoes

distant rumbling of your moans

and calm heartbeat.

if your hands can hold,

strongly, let me know it,

before I care not to move.

can the wind share

its coolness and drive me

further into your arms

sharing breaths and heartbeats.

night and life burns

through my skin, into bone,

suffocation with the scent of you

hanging thickly & pleasantly in the air.

author's note: i feel particularly inspired!