Memory

i want to write of the
stirring i feel
deep inside when i remember our time.
the guttural noises
in my ear,
one hand clenched in my hair
the other piercing the skin on my backside
leaving small wounds to remind me
of your passion.
its a deep stirring that rises
sending a vibration outwards
so strong i fear its visible to
others, that they will notice
the change in my eyes,
the parted lips, quickened breath.
that i've given a glimpse of my experience
in this expiation of
a memory.


*something i was thinking about last night before the pig man dreams!


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