A Memory:

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life

Silence is broken by a sazaphone,

holds a note, perfect tone,

sex displayed on a T.V. screen,

through the glass you can feel the sting.....

Engulfed in the touch,

salt in sweat, tastes so much

and in your hear, you feel the scream,

in the night, interrupt your dreams,

she comes to you......

Memory,-

Touch of flesh, ageless dawn,

midnight air still turns you on,

the whisper calls to steal your mind,

she's far gone now, you're left behind

And you whimper into your pillow......

Memory.-