Holding a half-filled cup of cold, morning coffee... daydreaming... and not thinking about last night.
Not remembering the fire in your eyes... for
me... or the taste of your kisses. Your cologne isn't still lingering in my
mind. I'm not smiling while making the bed; smelling fresh linens, or
remembering what happened on the other ones. I don't still feel echoes of your
strong arms around me. And I'm not still missing the firmness of your hard hand,
or later... your harder need pressing against mine.
No... I am not
smiling... and definitely not still thinking about last night.