Is the idea of you what drives me? Sensory overload when memories emerge. I still smell the fresh fuck, and can taste the sin of you.

Remembering calloused psalms urgent with primitive need feeds my fantasy. Logic dies as pain blossoms with pleasure.

Chained to lustful memories feeds my gluttonous pursuit of this craving. Can you not see the willingness to submit to you when all others bows to me.

But do you feel the same as I when it comes to these memories?
Do they touch you like they do for me?