That texture.
I remember it.
I remember how it
Felt under my fingers.
The sensation on my palms.
I must have it again.

My god. That brings back memories.
Painful yet fulfilling,
Fulfilment based on history
I reminisce every day.
Let me touch it again.
One last time.
I swear.
Oh my. Oh my.
I should ignore these musings.
Dangerous.
Over my face,
It smells the same.
It tastes like,
Intensity.