memories are hell

Inspired

One long kiss

I can taste

me on his mouth

and then

Hands pinned above my head

thighs 'round his waist

ah, god, incredible

skin so thin

I convulse as he breathes

mouth open, no breath to scream

and then

I hear my voice

begging, pleading for that

one little bite, that

sharp taste of pain to

make the pleasure all the sweeter

and I know it will send me

screaming, falling off the edge of the world

and then

hands along my body

lifting, turning

flipping me on my belly

so it begins again.

Yeah, I wrote that, for my husband, couple of years after we got married. He loved it. I still miss him, and I miss what we were together.