Even hours later,
He still felt her touch.

It was as if his muscles had memory.

As her fingers traced paths across his
They did so leaving a softness,
And sensuality…
Leaving in their wake,
A warmth,
And certain depth of emotion.

It was as if each fiber,
And responded to her calling…

Her calling for connection.

And for the rest of the night,
And into the many hours
Of the next day…

His body,

And mind,

And heart…

Remembered her.

Lingering in the feel…

Lingering in the moment…

Lingering in presence…

Of her.


© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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