Satiated

A scented sigh.
The brush of lips.
Wet skin.

The corner of my mouth twitches upwards.
Inside, the feelings rise.
Consume.
Overflow.

I am washed in the memories of you.
And though you were lost to me
before we were found.
I revel in what you left behind.
Now,
And beyond
The downward drift of my eyelids.