There is something familiar about her
Her smell
Her touch
Having her lying next to me
Her lips
Her breath
The way she moves
So automatic to my touch
So obedient to my words
I push forward to hold her
She pushes back with lust
We dance to the sounds of our own passion
There is something familiar about her
Her smell
Her touch
Our love long forgotten
Our souls separated
Our passion fading
There is something familiar about her
Her lips
Her breath
Breathing in my soul
Tied to my will
Lying next to me
There is something familiar…
