Inhale
Oh, that touch you left on me;
Simple, yet it’s lingering;
Your voice is stained on my clothes;
Everywhere, I can smell you;
A smile on all my senses;
Fresh cologne on my shoulder,
A perfect moment .. Inhale.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2020
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