Perfume on the pillow

He was too old for it, felt too old for the chase but she lifted his spirits, heart doubles pace and her perfume still illuminated his pillow, her long spiraled hair sweeps down like a willow tree, and he could not get the taste of her off his lips, his head, keeps rewinding his night with this girl so exotic, tantalized and tickled with all things erotic, the thought brushed against his mind like her breast had done against his chest, it would be up to him now admit he's impressed.