When you leave, I never change the bedlinen immediately.
Is it wrong to confess that I lie there for days in the terracotta glory of those sheets, smudged and besmirched with the debris and discharge of our lovemaking.
Inhaling the duvet and wrapping myself up in the remnants of your smell.
A vain attempt to hold on to you.
Clinging on to those last vestiges of the scent of love until my own aroma overpowers the memory.
And I know that you do the same when I’ve been there.
So, before I leave the haven of your bedroom, I squirt a soupcon of my Allure onto your pillow.
Just to stay with you a little longer.
Mmmmm ….. I do the same thing.
As does Jack.
Getting lost in my mind and going over and over every delicious touch, kiss, etc. while I roll around in the sheets.
It keeps me sane till we’re together again.
Oh yes! :)