Elizabeth Gomez: Imprints

I wake up.
My face imprinted
From the sheets.
My memory imprinted
With your scented sleep.
The imprint of your stains
Dried between my legs.
My body tenses;
Skin shaking for more.
Give me your sweat,
Dripping down my neck.
Bursting moans between
Short staccato breaths,
Imprinting that sound,
Down into the chambers
Of my ears,
Bursting into flames,
Setting my bed afire.