Memories, fire up, and burn my brains,
As your taste comes up, and takes over my mouth,
I smell your scent, and my eyes pick you up.
I remember the touch,
Almost feeling it close,
I feel your warm breath on my face,
I feel your racing heart on my chest.
My hands go up, only that this time,
There is no you to hold on to,
I close my eyes, and open my memories,
The only way I can see you, and feel what I want to.
My lips open, and I feel yours grab mine,
My tongue rolls,
And your teeth find a resting point,
My hands form a circle,
Fitting to the radius of your waist,
Should I remind you that you have the warmth,
Just enough to boil me within,
And fire up my heart beat, like a star-bound rocket.
My fantasies.
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