Words passed over

My mind turns back the clock
Your alabaster skin pressing against mine
My lips suckling your fingertips
Seeking a cure for a ravenous hunger
Fervent desires merging into white-hot energy
Exploding into a cascade of glittering kisses,
Wrapped up in the warmth of your soul

The words danced along my tongue then
But I imprisoned them
How could I open up that door,
only to watch you walk out of another?

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