The Souvenir
A memory of a time well spent, of something kept to remind you of me and me of you.
Dec 14, 2020
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I left you a piece of me,
Something to remind you of my smell in your room.
I left you a taste of me,
Something to remind you of my taste in your mouth.
I left you a touch of me,
Something to remind you of my touch around your waist.
I left you something to hold on to,
Something to remind you of how I felt around your body and you, around mine.
Maybe it was my perfume,
Maybe it was my saliva.
Call it your souvenir…
Love
Poetry
Memory
Souvenir
