Richard Jay Faber
Your lips on my throat, my back cold against the wall.
But I can't feel it. All I feel is your hands on my skin and
the mounting pleasure you build inside me. FLASH
That first tentative touch of your lips on mine, coming from
a man with a hard mind, but a nervous heart. FLASH
Your hand in mine as we drive down the night road. FLASH
Us laughing as we roll around on the floor, tickling and
touching. Breathless you roll on top of me and prop
yourself up on your elbows. Staring at me, I feel a tug.
The reaching out of my heart. Smiling you roll me over
and we start again. FLASH
Now here I sit alone. With nothing but my memories.
But I can't feel it. All I feel is your hands on my skin and
the mounting pleasure you build inside me. FLASH
That first tentative touch of your lips on mine, coming from
a man with a hard mind, but a nervous heart. FLASH
Your hand in mine as we drive down the night road. FLASH
Us laughing as we roll around on the floor, tickling and
touching. Breathless you roll on top of me and prop
yourself up on your elbows. Staring at me, I feel a tug.
The reaching out of my heart. Smiling you roll me over
and we start again. FLASH
Now here I sit alone. With nothing but my memories.
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