your breath still lingers on my skin
while mine remains stolen
in your touches
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.