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Her scent echoes in my nostrils

the silk of her dress
haunts my fingertips
in the absence of other sensation

my eyes close in search of her smile
my ears tingle from her laugh

and my body yearns

to feel her curves
pressed against me
once more

the briefest encounter
a few hours
nothing more
yet burnt into my consciousness

the romantic whispers
the cynic scorns
the lover smiles

but I ignore their voices
content for this moment
to simply savor her

there is no need for reason
no need for practicality

no future
no past
no present

the memory pools
in a place without time

be content to simply
swim in her memory

a quote rings out
the bell strikes

"...the type of girl who can walk into a room and just stop your heart
then when she looks at you, start it back up again

do you know any girls like that?"

a simple response
a perfect resonance

"All of them."