Re-Living The Past

No longer am I the fool that I once was...Yet I cannot escape these thoughts of your body laying next to mine or the taste of your sex upon my lips

You see somehow my memories have become twisted and distorted by fantasies that leave me tingling and weak...Just like the brush of my skin by your teasing fingertips

How am I supposed to move on when every woman I meet is automatically measured up and falls inevitably short of the mark which you left upon my heart?...Do you have any idea what I see when I conjure up an image of your face?

Of course you don’t because I never took the time to tell you...Only now have I begun to realize that soulmates are impossible to replace

I do not ask for forgiveness for what’s done is done and is better left to linger among the shadows of that which used to be us...But even a fool could see that a thin line of flame remains

And that’s why I cannot see you again...For the passion that flared briefly would eventually lead to the old anger and pain spreading inside us like ice water through veins

But these illusions always leave me sweating...Your love was an aphrodisiac that so often had me spinning out of control...Even now all these years later I am still attempting to retrieve all the parts of me that were shattered and then scattered by the woman who had sworn to love me until her last

NO!!...I don’t want you back and I’m not asking to try again because we both know that it would just be a waste of time and breath...To be honest I don’t really want anything at all...I’m just re-living the past