Echoes of Desire

Your absence lingers, a phantom in my bed, A yearning touch, a memory in my head. I trace your whispers, on skin you used to know, Seeking solace in desire's afterglow.

Dreams, vivid echoes, of moments we once shared, A desperate grasp, at pleasures we repaired. Chasing the rush, a fleeting, feverish high, With eyes squeezed shut, to feel you standing by.

Do memories linger, a ghost upon your tongue? The taste of me, a pleasure unsung? Do you too wander, in the lonely night's embrace, Conjuring phantoms, with a longing on your face?

In stolen moments, I dissect our past, Each detail savored, a comfort meant to last. Missing you, a spiral, deeper I descend, Does love's echo linger, a fire without end?

Does your heart quicken, with a thought of what we had? Love's embers glowing, though the flame is sad? Can you find solace, in a memory's embrace? A phantom touch, to ease the empty space?

Mocking whispers, a self-inflicted game, Mimicking your touch, a fleeting, burning flame. Moments stolen, a pleasure I ignite, Then back to darkness, in the lonely night.

A twisted comfort, a solace I despise, An echo of your touch, behind my closed eyes. But when your absence cuts, a wound that won't amend, In the throes of longing, to myself I bend.

This yearning madness, a drug I can't deny, But when I miss you, to myself I lie.