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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