When you do an action enough
Your body naturally remembers it
My hands still remember the trace of your face
Moving to your lips, a soft outline
My eyes remember the way it felt to divert the attention you had so pleasantly given me
My mouth remembers the way I spoke your name
The laughs we shared together
And in a way, my tongue remembers yours
Learned ways on how to pleasure and love
My body remembers the way you touch it
Innocent touches brought to my face
Passionate touches went to a different place
Muscle memory shows us the past
Things we might’ve forgotten had it not caught after us
Your lasting touch still burns on me
It singes my memory
Until now my muscle memory bugs me about you
Oh how I would love to be touched again by you
Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 9:44 AM UTC
When you do an action enough
Your body naturally remembers it
My hands still remember the trace of your face
Moving to your lips, a soft outline
My eyes remember the way it felt to divert the attention you had so pleasantly given me
My mouth remembers the way I spoke your name
The laughs we shared together
And in a way, my tongue remembers yours
Learned ways on how to pleasure and love
My body remembers the way you touch it
Innocent touches brought to my face
Passionate touches went to a different place
Muscle memory shows us the past
Things we might’ve forgotten had it not caught after us
Your lasting touch still burns on me
It singes my memory
Until now my muscle memory bugs me about you
Oh how I would love to be touched again by you
The thing is, I saw you recently and we held each other. First of many or last of us?
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