Her

The delicate smell of flowers

Is clinging to your pillow

And after all these hours

You can surely see

This isn't just a dream

She was really there

You watched her in her sleep

You held her in your arms

You listened to her breathe

In your bed her aura lingers

You remember her soft skin

Across yours, her delicate fingers

To touch her felt like sin

Though the sun must rise

And for now she's gone

The taste of her lips on yours

Will keep you holding on