I want to run my hand down your back
And feel your smoothness across the ridges of my fingertips
Once more
The smell of your hair lingers in the spaces between my fingers
The ends of each strand brushing my skin still haunts my forearms
My hips feel like your thighs are still there,
My spine still feels your ankles interlocked,
My tongue still remembers how yours tasted,
My teeth still feel your bottom lip in between
In your voice, I heard the angels of heaven sing;
And in your eyes, I saw its shining gates;
And in your eyes, I saw burning passion;
And in your eyes, I saw true love