Dear Diary-Not Again

Memories of her scent

abandoned on a pillow,I have
left to cool under its own shadow.

am drowned in thoughts of her as i

embrace her tight between my folded arms.

She warms one soft cheek on my rising

and falling chest. Untucked, naked, her- long beautiful

legs gently curled around my skinny hairy ones.

Our smiles curl like burning paper.

Informally, her hands spiral around my waist.

I gently run my fingers through the

pages of her hair before returning them to

their favorite passage—

She entwines her hand in mine as I

reposition my glance so I could catch her

doze off.

My mind will not disrobe;

As I look at her face-while she sleeps

the sexual fatigue off.
And just for a second-I cant help but wonder

DO WE REALLY FEEL THE SAME THING?