19 Memories
My emotional values have not changed;
you were like a rose perfume I adored.
Now gone, your traces still stick around;
Remain, and my sore heart aches for you.
The tresses long for your playful fingers,
your voice in my ears, reflect as echo’s
while the lips thirst for your soft touch;
The tongues clashes, seethe with passion.
Enter the depths, recharge my dreams
I lust to enslave, your quivering body!
Syllogistic Assumptions : .......as the mist dances! amzn.eu/d/gZzyEja