Love, the way you loved me …
I still feel your body over mine.
I still feel your lips nibbling kisses,
warm and glowing little snail trails,
up and down my thighs.
I still feel your hands gently teasing,
knowing all my secret places,
and I sigh.
Love, how you loved me …
I still feel your body spooned behind
as tender whispers echo softly
upon my neck into the night.
Slumber deep, tender love,
while I linger a little longer
where we were.
C.J. Heck
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-6/
