Memories

Breasts in need of touch
A moan of remembered delight
Dying to feel another’s skin
A sigh for passionate times

Holding back the tears
They spill in sheer spite
Sensation of trailing kisses
Only memories in my mind

Hands slide through my hair
If only they were not mine
Time dragging me down
Passion fills my mind

Eyes closed, shallow breath
Finding that hidden place
Will it ever happen again?
Memories of passion and delight

©Saroya Poirier