Again I am thinking of you. Here I lay in this comforting, flushed candelit bath inundate with vanilla and wine. Seconds pass, minutes pass, days pass, and I feel my mind downing in thoughts of you as they deviate themselves through my selfconscious.
As I take a small sip of wine, the white goodness fills my mouth with immense fizzing and exotic sensations; they remind me of you. The orange blaze of the candles, they light the room with such seduction; and when they flicker, they remind me of you. Now, the silence is all I hear for there is no sound but the scratching of this pen as I paint my thoughts and emotions into this blank canvas.
My mind trys to turn back time to remember our last embrace. The embrace that evolked such ador that my mind cannot extract it from this swamp which was once my brain. I have this memory of you. This memory of only you.
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