I can still taste your lips upon mine,
with a little bit of **** from our last line.
I can still smell your sweet, sweet cologne,
as you rubbed against me when we were alone.
I can still remember your beautiful soft voice,
as you would whisper in my ear with genuine joyce.
I can still feel your touch,
on every part of me you clutched.
I know our love was hard to handle,
because in the end, it was another burning candle.
-s.g