allowed entry at 2:40 am
     A new work of mine.Just finished writing it. It's called "Lost A Little Too Much".Enjoy.Your scent still lingers
The atmosphere threatens
Images haunt my very existence
While I sit in a box, trapped and stolen
Never will I forget the day
The day you took me away
Senses ran wild
From across the room
Slithering snakes couldn't predict your next move
Cunning cats fear you
But I could smell you
I had a taste of you
Now stolen I tell myself
Hold on to the memories 
For they won't come around again
Not now, not forever