panting breaths and deep sighs,
a heaviness on me and a smile of glee
reluctant thighs and ignored pleas
a sweet memory of moistness and salt...
these are my new ghosts of insomnia...
Oh heart do not misbehave,
as you reminisce once again...
do not flutter, do not falter
when you remember
her touch
that once lingered on my skin
that felt so precious
like warm glowing embers that smouldered from deep within
The memory of her face,
and that secret place
and her warmth kept many winters at bay
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