Memories indeed surpases the inner gist of self.

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Damn! I still freaking want you
Seeing you today brought back all the past memories
Freaky memories to be precise
Memories of us, memories of our passion
Our desire, our craving
Memories of the wild pleasures
So right now a part of me wants to walk out into the heavy rain, to ask you to cancel your bus ticket and get ourselves into an abyss, where I’ll remind you exactly why you always screamed my name
Remind you of how your body is not only compelling but also a massive bundle of nerves waiting to be stimulated
Remind you of how much your body would be sent over the edge of deep rooting electrifying desire by a single touch
Remind you of how it felt each time our bodies touched, remind you of the warmness of my embrace and the tenderness of my caress
Remind you why you always pressed…

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