Bed markings

I see the in print of your body still
If I close my eyes I can imagine your hair covering the pillow
Your smell lingers on the sheets, the smell of sweet raspberries
If I listen carefully I'm sure I sometimes still hear you breathe

I'm in bed all alone without my defenses
But I know you will come back
All I have to do is use my senses...

Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-01-18 at 20:54

Tags Imagination  Love  Senses 

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Veld Cooper
Really liked this, Peter - some original ideas! As for the raspberries, can't say I know the smell, but to each his own!

Stupid rasberries ^^
Otherwise it's really nice :)