Fragments
Fragments
Soft music floats over my
scantily clad body as I lie there.
The curtains shuffle softly as
the breeze blows through.
Bits of memory haunt me
as I toss and turn in my bed.
The remembrance of your
hands caressing heated flesh,
and the knowledge of your
seeking tongue keep me awake.
Fragments of memory both
delight and aggravate my tense body.
Your delightful fingers trailing
over my hot body;
your mouth tasting my passion-drenched
love soaked body.
A passion bigger than can be controlled
blazed between us hotter than the sun.
Memories of your passion, your heat,
your fire, keep me from sleep.
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