I Can Still Feel Her Whispers (freestyled poem unedited)

I can still feel her whispers… Her words slowly exciting the hairs on my neck… Breathing her sweet spearmint into my ear as her words dance in my brain… Her wet tongue tickling my ear lobe between heavenly phrases… Her sticky lips leaving lipglossed evidence of our encounter behind my ear… Shots of her minty flavor blasting the pillow as she gasps at my thrusts… I can still feel her whispers… I can still hear her fingertips… Her nails playing the cords of my biceps as she rocks her hips to the beat of her pleasure… Fingerprints left along my chest in droplets of sweat… Her DNA forever apart of my fabric…I can still feel her whispers…I can still hear her fingertips…I can still taste her beauty…Her cinnamon skin massaging my taste buds…The sweet sparkle of her hazel eyes spilling into my optics…Her figure awaiting to be devoured by my greed…I want her more than you…I loved her more than you…You will never have her like I had her…You cannot experience her the way I experienced her…She engulfed me wholly…represented my entirety…You touch her and only feel her…I touched her and loved her…I’m slightly pathetic, but completely awestruck…I can still feel her whispers.