Danced in A Chair

I still hear your laugh
see the twinkle in your eyes
feel the beating of your heart
and the warmth of your sigh
 
My memory of you is clear
I can feel the softness of your hair  
the roughness on my knees
while we danced in that chair
 
The slightest touch  
would set me on fire
consumed in lust
fueled by desire
 
The hunger in your kiss
on my lips forever sweet
my breath on your neck
As we slid beneath the sheets
 
Thinking about it - the right time
and just the right place
my uncontrollable grin
spreads slowly across my face
 
Memories tucked inside
my mind for me to recall
maybe one day, again,
we can feel free to have it all...