A whiff from my fingers
Still scented like your hair
Though it was half a day ago
That I was within arm's reach

Close my eyes
and add a pinch
The touch of your two perfect lips
And, if I do remember right,
Three dashes of your skin...

Concentrate, focus, and just breathe,
Imagine your sweet face
Here it comes, that waking dream...
The unfamiliar and
forbidden taste...
That memory that you're in.

-- AlexZander

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