Nostalgic Lust

I can feel
Your breath in my ear;
Your fingers traveling from my lips down to my breasts;
You tug my hair in a gentle, aggressive way
Right before you kiss me
Passionately
Finally

I can see
The excitement on your face when you see me grip your headboard in sweet agony;
And your expression of pain and pleasure when I scratch your back;
The beads of sweat coming down your chest

I can hear
You whisper my name and ask if I'm okay;
Lauryn, Musiq, Sade

I can smell
The vanilla candle flickering on your night stand;
Mixed with cocoa butter and sweat

I can taste
You