i. faded traces

a trace of you lingers on my skin, 

a forbidden taste i cannot unlearn,

etched inside like a secret scar, 

a silent feast of stolen moments.

i hunger for you in the quiet hours, 

devouring the remnants of said fleeting touch; 

each caress a shred of indulgence, 

a guilty banquet too raw to be unnoticed.

we were never meant to share this meal, 

yet in every lingering whisper of your essence,

i find a clandestine craving;

an unspoken appetite for what can never be whole.

memory feeds my yearning, 

a delicate, persistent ache,

right beneath the surface, 

where every forbidden flavor tells a story of passion devoured in silence.

now, in the twilight of our uncharted indulgence, 

i savor the ghost of our rendezvous,

a bittersweet banquet of desire, 

ever haunting, ever forbidden.

you'll know how it feels,

because i know,

don't need to say it.