Wicked Lust

She remembers the kisses
remembers the touches
yet sits all alone in the dark
alone in her bedroom

In the club last night
the glances the touch
the rhythmic grind of
their bodies so warm

she remembers alone
wishing for his kiss
the one he gave her
at the club last night

She'll never again
hold, kiss him
so now her body teems
with wicked lost lust