I can still feel the pressure of your hand
holding,
caressing,
teasing…
The places your lips fell burn on in
my memory,
my skin,
my thoughts…
I can still smell your oh-so-unique scent on
my pillow,
my clothes,
my skin…
The ghosts of your touch, your lips, your scent
haunt me as I go through my day
twine into my dreams
and shield me from darks
I can still feel my
fingers running through silky hair
teeth grazing your sensitive neck
and legs straddling of your hips
The power we have over each other
chases me through the day
now if only we had the power
to make it to the opportune moment
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