E.M

The remnants of flirty caresses on my legs are embedded in my mind,
stained by the shadow of a seemingly lost tomorrow.
The memory of a hand pulling hair makes me wonder what it would feel like to call you mine,
I would never have thought a kiss would leave me with such sorrow.

The soft timber in your voice so briefly in tune with the beating of my heart,
a fleeting moment of unknown passion striking me like lightning.
Oh, how I wish for you to take me completely apart,
a sudden unforeseen attraction filled me with a feeling strange and frighting.

The taste of your mouth still lingers faintly on my tongue,
now alcohol vaguely reminds me of the feeling of your lips.
So many words by both of us are left unsung,
why do I want nothing but to feel your hands on my hips?

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