Linger

Her smell lingers after her tight embrace,

And I, the lover, the wanting, embrace her smell tightly.

Intoxicated, bewitched.

Like dust settled on unmoving furniture

Flashes of her light remain behind my eyes.

Beautifully blinding.

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