Afterglow Hairbrusher

with deep blue eyes that loomed out between the smoothing sepia strands falling like raindrops over her immaculate flushed face & lips still wet with sex & sweat, the brush gently, slowly, as if with deliberate patience, pure & unbridled, raked down through the hair that had been thrown round, ground down in the pillow, messed in the sheets, tossed up & down, up & down, up & down, riding to the rhythm of the precise present, pounding, pulsating, thrusting, positioning & asmr shivers passed up the back of his neck even as he lay their spent & exhausted, watching her entice even then, a passion that seemed without the ability to cease for even a moment & it lingered in veteris vestigia, tablets of recognition in his mind’s eye, long after she had left his life, so much so that whenever he saw a beautiful woman pick up a brush & begin to move it towards her magnificent flowing ocean down over her shoulders, the vibrations would begin & tingle, shudder, tingle, shudder, in a warm flow of sensual memoria.