The Shirt
By Heaven O'Shey
Her soft fingers travel
Across his skin
Her lips caress his
She breathes his scent
So intoxicating
Masculine
Her fingers pull at the zipper
Needing to feel all of him
Her intense desire
Rules her
Too much time has passed
Since last they came together
Frustrated, the zipper sticks
It pinches her fingers
Her eyes open
Lying next to her
A garment bag
Containing the shirt
He left behind
Remembering laying it in the bed
The night before
Her tears fall
As her, heart breaks again
