You have no idea,
maybe no clue
of how your buzz amuses me.

That night.
That moment.
That day.

Unraveling
A jacket for a jacket,
A T-shirt for a T-shirt...

Slowly and constantly
making your way to my lips.

You caressing my back
with writings in cursive.
Gentle strokes with whispers of my name,
maybe babe.

Sigh.
That night.

The talk...

I’m just here reminiscing
hoping not to crush hard.

And I can write again.

Written by: Leechle ❤️