Passionate Nostalgia

although your finger tips

have not brushed my skin

my heart feels them there

gently caressing

pulsating every pore

the depths of my flesh

have awakened

by the familiarity of

your love whispers

the moon reminds the stars

of the silent breaths

which have beckoned

through the winds

the twilight eyes

have seen the intensified longing

the yearning

to lightly press rose petaled

cheeks upon the chest

only after imprinting love bites

in between the sensuous stroking

of body and soul

passionate nostalgia

brings forth hungry hands

which have no relocation

of limitations

dripping desire, which silently pleads

with great need

and entangled tongues

which only pause

to release your name

from begging lips

wanting the feel of you

to never stop

touch your heart

tell me,

you feel it too

tell me,

there is a remembrance

of me and you

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