memories of lust
signatures left in invisible ink
on your warm freckled skin
will the memory remain,
when the shower washes it away?
or will this fade,
like the sun at the end of the day?
your fingers trace
the lines of my face
your eyes do the same
i get lost in their blaze
grays and blues play
a subtle quiet game
running over your face
a smile fills the space
reminisce on time shared
where we weren't scared
about what the next day brings
oh how my heart still sings
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