After thought

I keep
having this vision of
you and I
That night
That morning
The smell
The kiss
The touch
The whispers
The moans
Your screams
My dreams
Of music
And
Wine
Skin to skin
Sweating
Grabbing
Holding
Never wanting
to let go
Only for it
To end
Later
To be my
After thought.

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
(c) 2014