writhed unhinged it has been almost three months but_still i woke up this morning and felt the ghost of your_hands your_lips loving me the memory made me wriggle and moan and i came back to reality with a smile on my face my sheets still squirm to remember you and more mornings than not i wake up next to my ghost of you showing me again and again how much you love me 070614 ... unhinged or lusted? me out of sight out of mind but in my case often times it feels like memory and imagination are my only friends 070829 what's it to you? who go blather from