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.