Discarded

When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.

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Switched On

@phillswrites

Lean in, kiss me. Can you taste the excitement on my lips? Cause I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. The moment you get close, I feel it. A current of anticipation flows through me. Electricity.

Conjuring You

I close my eyes and you are there, your scent, your touch, your song. My body, remembering the trace of your hands lightly over my curves, responds in sensational tingles and deep breaths. Deeply, I breathe in, remembering your smile and your eyes, while mine are closed tightly. I never wanted to look away. I never wanted to leave. But like this, I’ll always have you.