* remembrance *
although your finger tips
have not brushed my skin
my heart feels them there
gently caressing
pulsating every pore
the depths of my flesh
have awakened
by the familiarity of
your love whispers
the moon reminds the stars
of the silent breaths
which have beckoned
through the winds
the twilight eyes
have seen the intensified longing
the yearning
to lightly press rose petaled
cheeks upon the chest
only after imprinting love bites
in between the sensuous stroking
of body and soul
passionate nostalgia
brings forth hungry hands
which have no relocation
of limitations
dripping desire, which silently pleads
with great need
and entangled tongues
which only pause
to release your name
from begging lips
wanting the feel of you
to never stop
touch your heart
tell me,
you feel it too
tell me,
there is a remembrance
of me and you
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Pic Credit - Thalia
