Outlines of You

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Fingerprints on the wine glass,
The ones I didn't wash away 

The same ones left gripped
on the chrome bedstead 
as you pulled into me, when
our lovemaking reached 
It's blended crescendo;
Those early hours, 
Shouting out uncensored
words, till the afterglow of
whispering keepsakes &
cuddling love you's  

Tracing the outlines of you
in my dreams
with wistful thoughts on
memories remembered.