My body remembers.
It knows you would treat it well.
Touching, stroking, kissing.
The tremors roll through me
every time I think of you
and what we shared.
My body remembers.
It remembers and still craves you.
My body remembers.
It knows you would treat it well.
Touching, stroking, kissing.
The tremors roll through me
every time I think of you
and what we shared.
My body remembers.
It remembers and still craves you.
Saturn's Premier Poet 