Perfume on My Pillow

Moonlight slipped through curtains on your skin, your whispered words dancing in the

dim. We laughed in shadows, spun in tangled sheets,

love so close, but morning always cheats. Last night's perfume on my pillow

remains, a sexy secret tangled up in pain. A memory burning

where you used to lay, a touch that leaves but

never fades away. Your eyes held storms, I want to believe,

but sunrise my love had to leave. Now all I have is hair

upon my chest. Hair upon my chest. And the silence where you