Feel her Burn

As I lie awake in bed, thoughts of her fill my head.
Of the night we had before, of lust and feelings so much more.

Our bodies thrilling through the night, screams of passion and delight
Sweat dripping, bodies sipping, releasing their tension, feeling it whirl in flight.

Her eyes burned into my very soul;
Her lips the taste of them, without them I feel cold.
I relive that night as I lay here so,
Wanting it to restart, to feel that glow.

But that night has passed and the memories remain;
Her body has gone, but her soul is my chain.
She's in my head and won't let go, her Kung Fu grip has got me low.
Her eyes I see in dreams that churn;
Her passion turns, and I feel her burn—
In memories that will not return.