I’ve got something that belongs to you
the feel of your skin under my lips
the way you quiver at my touch
the way you smell on the drive to dinner
the way you laugh when I
say something stupid again
I’ve got your tongue in my mouth
on my lips
on my neck
your fingers are still in my hair
and your voice is still inside my head
You might want all of it back
though I am hesitant to give it up
and leave
empty-handed.
according to s.e. senter 
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