A memory....

Do you ever allow yourself to stop. To close your eyes. To remember.

I can only allow myself to remember in short glimpses.

I have to indulge in small, savory tastes.

Sometimes I feel like I can't remember what his mouth felt like on mine.

And then the power of the memory sways me as if it were merely moments ago.

His arms around me, his scent engulfing me.

The passion and the desire.

I can feel, literally feel on my skin, the stubble of his cheek.

It doesn't matter how much ridiculous time has gone by.

I can taste him. And I can only take the memory for so long.

So I literally, physically have to redirect the memory to something else.

Something obsolete because that taste seems to haunt me.

Always leaves me wanting more.