My Love Supreme
The Ticklish Reminders of You...
I heard a song today that reminded me of softness of your lips,
your body pressed ever so gently against mine,
and I slipped into the decadent sublime,
a quiet memory of you.
Like masculine finger tips against feminine ebony skin,
and gentle footprints in wet sand,
I think of you,
Dream of you,
as if, a persistent spirit that roams and haunts my mind,
You never left,
and your essence remains with me,
like a fragrance I’ll never forget.
Yeah you were my muse,
the fusion of coexistence with my mental picture of perfection,
and "all I ever needed was a subject”,
and you were the one that's difficult to forget.