Memories Of Her Poem by Shawn Garrison

I thought of her today. I remembered the way we talked,
And how her hips would sway, to each side when she walked.

To be it was not meant, and damn I miss those hips.
I crave to smell her scent, and to taste of her lips.

Of her and me, I reminisce, my thoughts remain sincere.
I remember the first time we kissed, and the feeling of her hair.

I feel every single touch; she ever shared with me,
I must say that I love much, and I was happy as could be.

Her tongue's caress, and her body remains embedded in my mind.
She would often keep it pressed, against me to help unwind.

I would often look into her eyes, and fell victim to her power.
I could not wash away her lies, no matter how often I showered.

I wonder what she's doing now, and how exactly she would be,
And if I saw her, I'd ask her how, she's doing without me.

I remembered the last time we, talked, and how her hips did sway,
as she waived goodbye to me, and walked, so far away.