Memory

watched the suns beams cut through blunt smoke and fed myself on memories

memories of slow curious hands exploring my sweetest places

memories of deep hungry wetness and ravenousness sated

memories of clashing tongues and warring passions

memories of hard thrusts followed by slow silken glides

memories of needy cries, achy desperate moans, and dirty whispers

memories of the feel, the smell, the sound, the sight, the taste of you

memories of pleasure reciprocated and reflected

I died a little more to Etta's "At Last"

and lost

Ashes fall, the bitter taste in my mouth returns

and rather than face the day

I retreat to memory