7.08.10 – 18.48

your breath still lingers on my skin
while mine remains stolen
in your touches
and kisses
and simple caresses.

i can still hear your whispers in my mouth
and taste your words upon my lips
(you could never imagine how i long
to have you on my mouth again)

my spine is racked with shivers whenever
i remember you (your tender hardness)
your body, pressed like linen against mine.
warmth, like passion, soaks
our ashen skin.


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