Still With Me

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A forgotten path

in the woods.

The lingering scent

of dried flowers.

The wispy fingers

of cool breeze.

The flowing traces

of golden sun.

The dazzling sun-glitter

of the lake water.

The feeling of soft grass

grazing my soles.

The roughness of bark

on my palms.

A trail of fallen leaves

on the ground.

A forest of my emotions,

And blooming memories of you.

The taste of your lips

on my tongue.

The touch of your nose

on my collarbones.

Your raspy whisper

against my ears.

The sensual aftermath

of your words.

The warmth and sweetness

of your hug.

The scorching trail

of fingers on my back.

Fire in your eyes

ice in my heart.

Raging hot

and bone-chilling cold

Summer and winter

existing together

The effect of us

Still with me

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