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“Haunted”

The way that he smelled
still lingers behind.
The feel of his hands
still shivers my skin.
The sound of his pleasure
still teases my mind.
The look from his eyes
still brings me to sin.
The taste of his kiss
still sweetens my lips.
The heat of his body
still keeps me warm.
The force of his passion
still bruises my hips.
The strength of his hold
still quiets my storm.
His memory lingers
no matter the time.
I’m haunted forever
of when he was mine.

Thank you to for allowing me to use his photo, [link]

Original poem by me, © melanie joy 2008

I give permission to ~Unique-Manip , =PoetryPlease , and *Visual-Poetry-Club to display this in their galleries.

Description
“Haunted”

The way that he smelled
still lingers behind.
The feel of his hands
still shivers my skin.
The sound of his pleasure
still teases my mind.
The look from his eyes
still brings me to sin.
The taste of his kiss
still sweetens my lips.
The heat of his body
still keeps me warm.
The force of his passion
still bruises my hips.
The strength of his hold
still quiets my storm.
His memory lingers
no matter the time.
I’m haunted forever
of when he was mine.

Thank you to for allowing me to use his photo, [link]

Original poem by me, © melanie joy 2008

I give permission to ~Unique-Manip , =PoetryPlease , and *Visual-Poetry-Club to display this in their galleries.