Lying here all alone i silently ponder. <br />Beside me was once a figure, a person, a lover. <br />Or was it just a figment of my imagination? Was he really here or was i just dreaming? .......... <br />No, it was real...i know it was. His scent still lingers in the atmosphere, there is an indelible impression on the pillow next to me. <br />I can almost still feel his hands caressing my thighs....my hips....my waistline.....my womanhood. <br />I remember him slowly entering while he whispers in my ear. <br />Yet... i look beside me and he is not here, i checked both doors and they are locked from the inside. <br />How could he have left at 2: 00 in the morning <br />leaving me here to ponder on his existence?<br /><br />Natasha Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pondering-on-his-existence/
