My Love Supreme

I heard a song today that reminded me of softness of your lips,

your body pressed ever so gently against mine,

and I slipped into the decadent sublime,

a quiet memory of you.

Like masculine finger tips against feminine ebony skin,

and gentle footprints in wet sand,

I think of you,

Dream of you,

as if, a persistent spirit that roams and haunts my mind,

You never left,

and your essence remains with me,

like a fragrance I’ll never forget.

Yeah you were my muse,

the fusion of coexistence with my mental picture of perfection,

and "all I ever needed was a subject”,

and you were the one that's difficult to forget.