Residue Like Memories

You've left a thick residue behind. I run my tongue across my lips and I still feel it. Sticky and layered. We don't belong to each other anymore but I still hold the memory of those times. What fun it was. To hold and touch. To Cling upon your body. The fire of your skin sent my blood burning through out my veins. I felt lust upon seeing that pale gold skin every morning. More than once you got a rise from me. The inky blackness of the liner always smeared around your eyes, somehow brightening them. The strength of those bones inlaid into your mouth. The things I did to said mouth. The time of us has ended and I regret. It was fun, it was soft, it was my first one. Who wouldn't want that back?