The reminisce of last night's coup written on
every crease, on every crinkle,
where my body laid braided with yours,
hook, line and sinker.
The perfect picture of the wind and the tempest met and tangled,
when your lust laden love religiously,
on every inch of my skin, lingered.
At the crack of dawn, all rivers flowed back to this bed I made,
not letting your intoxicating redolence fade.