Lenore
I feel her skin pressed against my own
In a primal cry to the only gods that will listen,
Burning bright and warm from the Cajun sun
Nevermore.
I taste the metallic familiarity of her kiss
Mixed with the fragrant musk of cigarettes and mint
With a passion no man alive could ever bestow upon me
Nevermore.
I smell her.
The scent of brown vanilla and oil rising from her body
Creating euphoria no drug can supply
Nevermore.
I bask in the glorious sight of her
Glowing in the dim light cast from the lamp and television
Shading her curves in the most forgiving light
Nevermore.
I quiver at the sound of her deep voice
Vibrating along every fine hair that graces my skin
In a beat only she and I know
Nevermore.
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