It's as if i were watching it through a waterfall,
The memory, smeared in my brain,
There, but fragile your presence remains,
I recollect offering and exchanging moans,
Our breath playing tug-of-war between our lips,
In the morning, legs linked and our fingers spiraled.
The memory lingers, invading my mind,
Taunting me with the simple fact that I cant go back.