26. ONE LAST TIME In the middle of an aura of sentimentality,
A room that is rich with memories, yours and mine,
Ours,
Time seems to slip seamlessly,
We know it’s all coming to an end.
Hours roll by like seconds as we struggle to come to terms with what’s happening,
You look rueful, a tear staining that pretty cheek,
We can’t break eye contact,
Every moment is precious.
Take my hand and sit down beside me,
Let me feel your lips while I still can,
That taste I won’t be able to shake off from my memory,
Reach out and touch me,
Leave your marks all over,
Your white legs in my dark room,
I want every inch of my skin to be etched with your memories,
Down to your fingertips and even your nails,
Kiss me everywhere you can think of.
You’ve always liked it when I make my way throu
