The brush of your lips against mine
sends a tingling sensation down my spine,
the sweet words you murmured in my ear,
warm whisperings for only me to hear,
the soft touch of your fingers caressing my skin,
the firm grip of your hands as you pull me in,
your smooth skin beneath mine is warm and pulsing with light,
yet as you tug at my shirt I feel something isn't right,
struggling to remember what it is I've forgotten,
I'm barely aware of you sliding beneath my sheets of pink cotton,
I feel myself pulled next to your chest, rising and falling,
as in my mind appears a face and a distant voice calling,
how funny is it after all this time of being apart,
the effect he has on my memory, on my heart,
remains strong, a tight grip, rarely fading,
and as I leave you, confused, there laying,
I regret a little this hold from the past,
the relinquished love that keeps me back,
but still remains the hope that someday,
my prince will come back to steal me away..