It’s been ages since we fell apart,

I can still feel you there somewhere, deep inside my heart.

I am not able to make out with anyone ever since,

Your touch, your warmth, your smell are, where I am still linked.

I can still taste your pungency dissolve in my mouth.

Whether I am in east or I am in south.

Our sweats mingling, our bodies sliding.

No inhibitions, no hidings.

The way we were comfortable with our bodies in front of each other.

The way we explored each other’s wildest sides, the way we triggered.

Those wild, sweaty ignited nights,

Those passionate moments, those lustful fights.

Those hickies, your mouth, your tongue and that sweet pain,

For days I could feel my skin tingling, my heart going insane.

Those sweet stolen kisses whenever we got a chance,

Those stolen moments, that sultry stance.

Your salty taste, your pungent smell,

That tingling on my lips, that melting in my shell.

The way those lips puckered and flew.

Each time I touched you there, I would discover something new.

No doubt why I am not able to make out with anyone ever since,

Your touch, your warmth, your smell are, where I am still linked.