RAVISH

Sometimes I can smell you on my hands, on my breath.
And I become confused, disorientated - it has been hours since I kissed you - hours since I tasted your mouth upon mine
Hours since you laid your hands upon me - face turned toward me.
Opening your heart, letting down the walls - vunerable and ravished

Maybe you left your trace on my skin - imprinted upon me, yourself so that even when I wasn't near you, I would remember you.

The ghost of your touch.

I don't know how to forget you, and trust me, I've tried.