Daze

daze

You left mein a whirlwind of your scent,
my skin successfully goosebumped.
You woke me up
from two days of half-opened eyelids
to watch your hands roam over the terrain of my skin,
until you made me cling to your hair.

Now I drag myself around,
a haze,
wondering how long this daze will last
and I will crave you more than I ever have.