The Morning After

Your scent is on me still
and it requires will
for me to move.

 Very clever. Macho
how you lingered through the morrow.
You weren't through.

Were you certain you'd control me
hours after?   Wouldn't surprise me,
so self-assured are you.

Now, heading for the shower
I must wash off our sweet hour, and say reluctantly
"Adieu."