the smell of cigarettes
when our lips collided,
the taste of alcohol
when our tongues glided;
i almost thought of you

his gentle demeanor
when we're out wandering,
aggressive in manner
when he's pinning me down;
i almost thought of you

his rough yet tender hands
leaving no skin untouched,
his mellow yet raspy voice
tempting me too much;
i almost said your name

his tan skin, glowing
brown orbs, lust-hooded
corners filled with moaning
upon reaching paradise,
i almost said your name

i tasted you on his lips,
smelled your perfume on his,
felt you in his embrace,
saw your eyes in his; and
i almost thought he's you
he gives me déjà vu.