With my eyes closed
I conjure images of you
The way you were last night
Your touch, your lips, your smell
The scents that wafted through
My nostrils all day long
Those moments we share
In our deepest passions
Resonate within my memory
Like the shutters of a camera
With my eyes closed
I imagine many things
An ever changeable backdrop
In a film with multiple scripts
I can pause, rewind, but not erase
The recordings on my soul
Snapshot memories in my collection
Filed in the archives
Never debuted in full production
I store you in the fantasy section
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Exquisite...:)
Peter