She walks the shores of desolation.
Her heart heavy with the seeds of lost love.
Although she has tried to forget the past,
his memory lingers, like the faint scent
of his cologne on a loosely discarded robe.
Her fragile heart races, as her mind
flashes to the tenderness of his touch.
His hands gently stroke the delicate skin
of her thigh, as ecstasy overwhelms her,
like drift wood caught in a high tide.
The heat of his now distant kiss ravishes her,
like the familiar tremors of an aftershock.
As a wave of desire pulses through
her like a forbidden addiction,
potent and irresistible.
The deluge of memories, trap her in a web
of unfulfilled promises. A world where
dreams are shattered by cruel realities.
For the remnants of love gone bad
haunts her forever like a restless ghost of passion.