His touch, his smell, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs,
I can't stop replaying it all in my mind -
The way his fingertips traced down my skin,
The way his lips collided with mine
Making my head dance and spin,
As our bodies meet and intertwine.
His hands, oh god, his hands
Playing me like a god damn symphony,
I remember it all so vividly,
Even if it's now nothing more but a memory.
He has seeped into every pore on my body
And flows through every part of my bloodstream,
Stiched into my soul with a jagged seam.
His scent is all I smell.
His voice is all I hear,
Even when I don't want to,
Even when I want to be free,
Even though he hurts me
Again
And again
And again.











