The scent of the passion we shared linger on my clothes.
I hold on to the feeling of your lips to mine.
My mouth still tastes of you.
I get drunk on the memories that swim in my head of the passion we shared last night.
The sound of your soft laughs and quickened breath is still echoing in my ears.
My fingertips reminisce on the soft curves of your body.
Is it wrong to partake in this forbidden Delight?
If this is wrong I'm not sure I want to be right.
