7/12/15

It was a fire inside
A hot memory that echoed your name
It's what kept me from sleep
And what kept me hanging on
Your image and the thought of your touch
Your smooth skin
Your heat
I laughed at my weakness
How you made me shake
And made me doubt
Yet I prevailed
The bed shook
And your voice trembled
And I heard you whisper,
"I love you"
And I loved you...

P.Frias