The warmth of your bare skin lingers, a delicate caress that haunts me,
Soft and tender, it once ignited a fire within my soul,
Feelings beyond words, now memories etched in the recesses of my mind,
A fleeting touch that left an indelible mark upon my heart.
Sensations once overstimulating, now muted echoes in the silence,
Our bodies intertwined, sensitive to the slightest of touches,
Endless wonder once filled our moments, each beauty mark a constellation,
But passion erupted like a supernova, scattering fragments of us.
In the aftermath, our bodies and minds still echo with the remnants of passion,
A creation of love and desire, now faded into the shadows of what was,
The warmth of your skin, a distant memory of a feeling once cherished,
Now colder than the emptiness that consumes me in your absence.
I trace the ghostly remnants of our intimacy,
Kissing memories of beauty marks that once held promises of forever,
But now, they are bittersweet reminders of a love that couldn't withstand,
The weight of time and the inevitable distance between us.
Your skin, once the canvas of our love story, now feels foreign,
A landscape I once navigated with reckless abandon,
Now unfamiliar terrain that I traverse alone,
Longing for the warmth that once enveloped me in your embrace.
The ache of your absence, a constant companion,
I yearn for the touch that once electrified my senses,
But now, I am left with the echoes of our passion,
Fading like wisps of smoke into the vast expanse of memory.