"My body's still burning from your touch,
My skin's still fragrant from your flesh..."
Imprinted on my soul
Is the memory of your body.
"My lips still tingle from your kiss,
My tongue's still wanting your mouth's embrace..."
Uniquely yours, and my new addiction
Is the remnants of your taste.
The contours of your body and soul
are more familiar to me than my own.
A well-worn path in my memory,
That I can visit on those long nights alone.
With an unclear future and rocky past.
With worries of what's to come.
No matter what happens to us,
I have these memories to call my own.
