19 January 2013
Lost in movement, my focus on the past, depression melts the soul, at this rate I will not last.
I miss the warmth of her body, her hair touching my chest, her passion unforgettable, her flesh was the best.
So soft to the touch, steam rising from her breasts, All that screaming, but my emotions to the test.
Bodies interlocked, flesh joined as one, Is their someone better than her, still yet to come?
Despair And Me • Opuss № I