Scribed Memory

. I closed this book when you left last night mine colleen waking to your dried sweat stuck to mine thus your hirsute lover’s brain sparked and mine digit’s again began to dance My hair gnarled it's entire length viscid with ourn mix remnants of your moist lip’s scent the mask of mine face and the ringlet's of your long tresses adorn this chest Mine lair found it’s empty not mine thoughts