afterglow hairbrusher

with deep blue eyes

that loomed out between

the smoothing sepia strands

falling like raindrops

over her immaculate

flushed face & lips

still wet with sex &

sweat, the brush gently,

slowly, as if with

deliberate

patience,

pure &

unbridled,

raked down through the

hair that had been

thrown round, ground down

in the pillow, messed in

the sheets, tossed up &

down, up & down,

up & down,

riding to the rhythm of the

precise present,

pounding, pulsating,

thrusting, positioning &

asmr shivers passed up

the back of his neck

even as he lay their

spent & exhausted,

watching her entice

even then, a passion that

seemed without

the ability to cease for

even a moment &

it lingered in veteris vestigia,

tablets of recognition in

his mind’s eye,

long after she had left his life,

so much so

that whenever he saw

a beautiful woman

pick up a brush &

begin to move it

towards her

magnificent flowing

ocean

down over her shoulders,

the vibrations

would begin &

tingle,

shudder,

tingle,

shudder,

in a warm flow of

sensual memoria.