Skin like lit phosphor.
Curves I memorized.
Can’t unknow the wanting.
Can’t unsee her eyes.
The pillow still holds her—
faintest trace of sweat.
Every nerve a filament
in a circuit she has set.
I’m burning at three a.m.,
no sleep, just flesh and ache.
She left her scent across my bed
and I’m wide awake.
Hips that rolled like whiskey,
slow pour, deliberate.
The dress she peeled at shoulder—
left me reprobate.
Thinking of the small of back
where spine meets softer ground,
the way she arched, involuntary,
making half a sound.
Febrile, restless, tangled,
sheets kicked to the floor.
Replaying every movement
of the dress she wore before.
Mouth against her shoulder.
Teeth across her hip.
The languorous descent of hands
from ribcage down to grip.
I’m burning at three a.m.,
the blood won’t settle down.
She left her heat across my bed
and I am burning down.
The clock won’t move, the room won’t cool,
the blood won’t slow its pace.
Lying here alone tonight
in this insatiable place.