Almost Done

I suck on my lip after he leaves . . . and i can still taste his salt, and me i close my eyes and breath in deep . . . and i can still smell his skin, and mine i wipe my face with my hands . . . and i can still feel his fingers lingering, the way mine, lingered on him i go to spray purfume . . .but i'd much rather smell like sex i sigh, and wish he hadnt left five mintues ago . . . i already miss him im working on forgetting his enticeing eyes, . . . but i never want them to go away we were almost there . . . almost but she had to call sometime . . . they are almost done, almost but he doesnt want to leave her . . . and she doesnt want to leave him but he wants me . . . and i need him remember, because of this, they are almost done . . . but he and i we have just begun