I got an emotional high when you reached out.
I had forgotten about your touch a long time ago
but your words now transformed a more vivid image.
I wanted to grab you through my phone and continue at the part we left off~
hands running wild,
wet bodies pressed up against our sinful acts,
immature but acting like adults.
I smiled remembering how much of my body you devoured,
crawling below to water my flower,
wondering if my shadow follows you every time you’re in the shower.