Memories |
| by Brian Lawson |
I felt it would be better not to remember you,
to never entertain the thought of your kiss upon my soul,
but I long to feel the fire of your hot, hungering lips,
lovingly pressed on my lips,
the tender whispers you uttered softly in the night,
once filled a part of my life
I was a prisoner harnessed by your smile,
led by your eyes,
moved by your touch,
and totally captivated by your being,
but still,
we couldn't make it through the storm,
So now that things have changed,
there will always be a special place
you will hold deep in my heart,
and I will cherish in my memories,
the smile in your eyes,
the softness of your lips,
the sensuality in your walk
I guess there will never by any describing,
indescribably you.
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