A fleeting glimpse, of midnights passion, <br />Stealing from the dreams of night. <br />All the warmth, that flesh encountered, <br />Ebbs away in dawning light. <br /> <br />Scent the musk, that still does linger, <br />On the silk, where she had lain. <br />Hear the echoes of her whispers, <br />For that is all, that does remain.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-her-whispers/
