Come see that bare skin on my side where your frozen snow exposed finger tips slid under my shirt several months ago.
I’ll never forget your cold lips and hot breath upon my skin in the most intimate places.
The way everything was forgotten but you and what you were doing to me.
Forgetting home. Forgetting life. Forgetting reality. Forgetting time.
Feeling emotions. Feeling arousal. Feeling alive. Feeling all of my senses form together.
Feeling love for someone like I never had.
Feeling what emotions were supposed to feel like when private moments like that we’re shared with someone.
(I can’t get HIM out of my head today.)