Thursday, October 29, 2015

When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes and think of you, I can taste you. 
Taste the mint from your toothpaste and the bourbon you use to drink. 
I use to get drunk off your lips, your essences.
I close my eyes and it's like you're there with me; on top of me, inside me. 
I can still feel your hands on my body. The warmth around my neck as you hold me still, while you take what I give freely. 
I can still feel you move inside me, and it makes me miss the way your body could bring mine pleasure. 
I mourn the loss of you against my skin and the sounds of ecstasy that filled the room. 
When I close my eyes you're right here with me, right until the very end. 
-Nicole Banks

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