I want my Dililah moment. I want to forget your name and your face, your smell, your hands and the feel of your skin. I resolve to forget- not want- WILL. It’s the only way to get my Dililah moment and right now that’s what I need, crave, thrist for. Oh Dililah! Oh to be you. Someday, some sweet day I will get my Dililah moment. Some sweet day I will forget your name. I Will forget your face. I WIll for get your smell. I WILl forget your hands. And I WILL forget the feel of your skin. Someday- some sweet day.
