is a quiet time,
a time for reflecting upon
what has happened
between us,
yesterday,
before you left;
I still feel the sensations
I still feel my desires
of laying beside you,
holding you close,
feeling the touch of your
nakedness against mine;
I can still feel
the kiss of your lips
upon my chest,
my nipples,
and your tongue
teasing its way around;
I can still feel your breasts
moving across my chest,
and my manhood;
I can still feel
the passion,
the excitement,
of your seduction,
and would it be the same
without you.
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