I yearn
To dance my fingers
On your skin again
I long
To take a sip
From your glass of passion
The memory of us
Playing the orchestra of love
Still lingering
Inside my head
The sound of you
Whispering my name
Still haunts me in my sleep
I wish
To fall in your embrace
And to taste
Your sweetest kiss again
To sit on your face
And to feel the magic
From your tongue
What a blissful torture
To be exploded
In the pool ecstasy
To hear
The exhausted voice
When we reched
To the pinnacle of intimacy
This thought
Just killing me
Knowing all I have
Just this memoir
Of a pleasurable moment
Between you and me

-Jess