Missing yesterday...

Solitaire.
Engaged in memories.
Mental pictures of days that have elapsed.
Long walks. Indefinite talks.
Lost with each other and lost in one another.
The murmurs of sweet-nothings amongst the crowd.
Smiles. Laughter.
Justifies the good in morning and night.
Occasional bad coffee, but not too bad after all.
Dinners though not by candlelight, tasteful just the same.
Dessert behind closed doors.
Stop. Breathe.
Time stands still.
Infusion of air.
Coalescent vigor at the slightest touch.
Tingles rushing through every nerve...electric, seductive, elusive.
Pictorial thoughts. Living dreams.
It started from a moment.
Grew into a consequential chain of moments.
Until it became an existence.
Bewitching stares. Captivating sighs.
A grip so tight, no escape...but need no escape.
A battle of physical possession, no mercy...but no casualties.
Quivering whispers. Secrets exchanged.
The mind speaks through lips trailing moisture on the surface it explores.
The eyes act through fingers drawing heat maps on fertile terrain.
Taking in. Giving more.
Two bodies tracing sketches of desire on the sheets.
Deep, adoring, loving, sensual...embracing the gravitational pull of nature.
A day feels like a lifetime. Days pass...lifetimes seem too short.
We pack our memories in a suitcase.
Keep it in a sacred place where we can relive...
The touch, the sounds, the sights, the scents, the taste of yesterday.