Haunted
By sapphire11
Do you know how it feels when I remember your gentle voice, when I remember strolling through the cemetery with you on a warm autumn night, the damp earth moldering with fallen leaves, moonlight shining against your milky skin, glistening in your deep brown eyes like drops of honey? Do you know how it feels when I remember your tender touch with its tantalizing caress, your soft, pink lips curved into a shy smile? Do you know how it feels when after all these months you still invade my mind, when I keep trying to forget, knowing that we can never be? Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 10:18 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Do you know how it feels when I remember your gentle voice,..."