I Wonder Poem by Elusive Illusion

Was it a purr of pleasure,
Or a murmur of demur,
When in sleep, you turned over.
Who was it for? I wonder.

Cool, satin folds of night,
Parted with a touch ever so light,
By the probing sunlight.
When did the sun come? I wonder.

The taste of yesterday's kiss,
Lingers on my lips,
Lip-gloss and cinnamon, sheer bliss.
Will it last the day? I wonder.

A whiff of someone else's rose,
Mixed with the soap you chose,
Haunts me as the night goes.
Where did my jasmines go? I wonder.