Your voice, your laugh...

How can I believe I never heard it before...
The sound of your breath...
Seduces me like the scent of baked apples...

These memories, 1000 years on, tell me you were here 1000 times before.

A footprint in stone, you carve my very existance.
Your master, your slave, your heaven.
Wear my clothes to bed,
Fill my space forever.