I still feel your sense on me, as my senses slowly ease into a gentle yoga flow.

Waking up in agitating heart pain with no words to explain, I still remembered your solid body on me.

Wanting to cry in despair, I still had to smile as I recalled the un-asked for pleasure your strong thrusts created in me.

Barely able to breathe as these demons inside are constricting my throat, I hold on to the memory of your strong arms holding me.

Wanting to wither away into darkness, the knowing of your light is what keeps me alive this morning.