I wanna bottle up the memories of you Filter my blood of your poison Detach your roots, the roots you sunk so deeply into my heart Erase the taste of your hesitant lips from mine **** the paradoxical sensation of your hands caressing my thighs Forget the way your eyes light up when you look at me Estinguish the flaming desires blazing inside me Burry the letters you wrote me with your shaky hands Burn the traces of you on every inch of my skin I wanna bottle up the memories of you Let them simmer for years Just like fine wine For you were my sweet addiction I was hooked on every aspect of you. Every dimension of your being Ignited a fire in my ***** Made me go mad Mad for the love we felt but never had Sent me on endless journeys within the murrals of my overworked brain Got me moaning, screaming Rushed my adreline like a hurricane invading every pillar of my body Dilated my pupils Intensified the beats of my fragile heart Clogged the flow of blood to my head Forced my teeth into my lips, even yours I wanna bottle up the memories of you As the few thing that create this bittersweet sensation and trigger the smallest cells of my being-- Other than the trembling flame of your liveliness-- Are the taste of wine burning the insides of my mouth while the substance slowly blurrs my tired eyes The smell of a book whose pages await the touch of my fingers absorbing each of the letters The hazy feeling of worn-out eyes at the end of a day free of frames The cold temperature of ice cream warmed up by the heat of melted chocolate The smoothness of the soul of a tea cup covering the frames of my glasses The sound of the sweet combination of words and notes blasting through my earphones And the bottled up memories of you Left to simmer for years Just like fine wine Burning the insides of my mouth Till my eyes get tired of looking for your face in a faceless crowd