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Desire's Memory
Though he has moved on and I must let go, I can't forget. I've pushed his memory aside, so I thought . Suddenly without warning the memory of him vehemently arises. I try to disregard the moments shared and the thoughts of the feelings I have for him. But the passion I cannot hide. Deserted memories so I thought. But the infatuation of the entanglement with this intriguing liaison. This liaison I had shared an captivating affair with. It has forcefully burst the memories back into my mind. His charm irresistible. The erotism and sensuality shared too pleasurable and intoxicating to forget. The magnetism that draws me to him so powerful, leaving me no control. So enraptured with everything about him I surrender submissively. Now that he has moved on, I feel as if a fiend experiencing withdrawals. The deprivation agonizing, the crave for a taste is toxic. I can almost feel and taste his lips, the memory so vivid. Knowing I can't have him brings me dismal. I am somber and full of melancholy, and reminded of my solitary and that my desire remains but a memory.
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