A heart reliving the fantasy over and over
A mind wandering through the fields of pleasure
Remembering the way your body felt,
Your Touch.
Lingering scents of your presence still on my satin sheets
Your arms still embracing me only in my mind
Your warmth and compassion still holding me tight
Are you remembering the way my body felt,
My Touch?
Living through days of misery with only your memory to hold tight
Your presence gone and never again to be
Your heart far away and not near to me
Do you remember how wonderful it was?
Our Life.
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