The memory of your hands, your shoulders,
Is now edged in icy cold, fading.
And your lips, your sweet firm lips, smooth and responsive,
The ghost of your hands stroking my neck, around my body.
Your legs wrapped around mine.
Tight closeness cocooned and hot.
All that is bundled together as a warm contented parcel inside me,
The heat rising up, proving the memories in my mind....
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