The heat pressed down on my skin like your hands once did—
slow, steady, unforgettable.

My mouth was dry, my body aching—
but it wasn’t water I needed.
It was you.

The Strip pulsed around us—
neon lights flashing, voices rising,
solicitors reaching from every side.

But the moment your fingers found mine,
the chaos faded.
You made me feel safe in a place built to make people forget.

The feathered girls brushed past like temptation,
the phony cops played their parts with easy charm.
They moved through the crowd like they owned it—
but none of them saw me.

Not like you did.
Not with that quiet intensity,
not with the calm in your touch
that steadied everything inside me.

You held me close like the night belonged to us.
Your eyes found mine
like you already knew how the rest of it would go—
how the Strip would disappear,
how the only lights that mattered
would be the ones reflecting off your skin.

Even before you touched me,
my body was already aching for you.

But it wasn’t just want.
It was the way you looked at me
like I was seen.
Known.
Wanted in every way.

A man slept in the gutter like the city had swallowed him whole.
A woman begged, her eyes rehearsed.
A barefoot soul wandered through the noise,
forgotten.

Everything around us was dressed in false light—
but you,
you were the truth beneath it all.

And when we were finally alone,
you didn’t just undress me—
you unraveled me.

Soft at first,
then with the kind of hunger
that left me breathless.

You touched me like I was something sacred,
like you knew every part of me
deserved to be remembered.

I think about that night more than I should.
How you whispered things
that still echo in places I keep hidden.

How your mouth moved like prayer across my skin.
How you made me forget
every version of myself that came before.

People talk about Vegas
like it’s unforgettable—
but nothing there ever touched me
like you did.

And sometimes,
when the world feels too loud again,
I close my eyes
and return to that night—

not to the Strip,
but to you.

She dreams
of what never was.

No man
can match the shape
she carved in absence.

So she stays
half-settled,
half-burning…

Hurting the one who stayed
for not being
the one
who never came.

My prettiest words,
my sincerest thoughts,
the deepest parts of my heart—
you had them all.

I had eyes only for you.
Now I’m blind.

I don’t know where I’m going,
but I know where I’ve been.
I touched your heart
for just a moment—
and I could breathe.

Now I’m blind,
hooked to a breathing machine.

I had a dream, I wonder why,
It was you, yes you,
Though veiled in fog,
I knew, it was you,
Felt real, felt warm, felt love,
because it was you.

Hmmmm, you were humming,
made me sleepy,
Your aroma made me feel at home,
The green jacket suits you, your smile suits you,
You came closer to me,
and yes, it was you.

I heard you say my name, the nickname,
You looked me in the eyes,
I wonder why I cried,
I wanted to hug you, but I couldn't,
It was a dream, but I'm sure it was you.

It's a song, sung for you.

When thy lips did kiss, I questioned not,
Nor sought for wine, nor heaven’s thought.

A tremble stirred through time’s still face,
And reason fled without a trace.

What need have I of chaliced gold,
When breath of thine makes rapture bold?

I spoke no verse — the world grew dumb,
One sigh from thee, and stars were numb.

They call me mad, by flame possessed,
Yet only ash has truly rest.

Thou kissed — and night forgot its name,
The moon turned pale, the sun grew tame.

I dwell in hush, where echoes sleep,
Half-living still, in silence deep.

A kiss — and silence found its cry,
Its voice unloosed beneath thy sky.

☔️

Don’t forget me all at once
Let me slip away in pieces.

Lose my voice today,
Tomorrow, my laughter,
Then that flicker in my eyes.

Let my words fade like old songs,
Let my kindness dissolve in silence.

I want to fall from your memory
Like raindrops
Dripping from a soaked branch
Not like a lifeless corpse.

☔️