I still feel you burn on my skin, so hot,
Making me feel like I'm something I'm not.
I still hear your whispers in my ear,
A melody only my soul can hear.
Your breath once danced across my face,
A fleeting warmth that I still chase.
Now the air is cold, the silence screams,
I still don't know, what all this means.
We were a secret written in fire,
Bound by passion and whispered desire.
A tale untold, a love unseen,
Hidden in shadows, where we have been.
Your lips, they branded me, a mark so deep,
I taste their ghost even as I sleep.
A starving hunger, a burning ache,
I crave you more with each breath I take.
Your hands were waves, pulling me in,
A whisper of passion on my skin.
Each brush, each press, was a command,
a fire I followed, led by your hand
Your scent lingers, intense and sweet,
A memory I can't delete.
It follows me, it makes me yearn,
For the nights when you made my body burn.
Your hands mapped me, claimed my soul,
Filling the void, making me whole.
A warmth so fleeting, yet so real,
The ghost of a touch I still can feel.
Though distance keeps us worlds apart,
I feel your fire still in my heart.
For even in absence, your touch remains,
A sweet addiction running in my veins.