If I could take all the days passed by. Recollect and hold divine. My eyes would grasp every line and curve, from your toes to your smile. My lips they would part and shape to mimic the wisp of your lips. The pouty, the knowing they must be soft to kiss. My tongue, would slyly slither, with a tantalizing tease to lick your cherry lips. Taste would be, if imagined real, a sweet that can only be tasted if given as a treat. A gift. The sound of your voice could, would, echo so deep into my head, that thoughts would explode, the universe implode. Space would shrink, every star would fuse into one, us, held by a touch, embraced and petrified for all eternity. A new world would begin. Giving life, a new lease, from sin.