Saliva

Saliva



I have forgotten almost everything about her,
From steely cold nights filled with her perfume
And the steam of her sweat rising from her back
But it's her tender caresses that I dearly miss
All that lingers is the ghost of her saliva on my lips.

Trysts without end, marathons of mouth and tongue
We experienced it all, but all recollections have gone
They fled from my mind and my skin
Now nothing remains but the stains of her saliva on my sheets

The warmth has dissipated, fled my barren room
I am without hope, for her to return
Would take a miracle, so I wait, and spend my days

With her spectral saliva on my lips