you could still feel his hands on your neck, choking you
you liked it
you could feel his sharp tongue on your stomach
and yes, you liked it.
you could still feel the tickle of his minty breath on your ear, ragged and heavy
you loved the things he whispered to you.
you could feel his hands groping in the dark, sliding along your body with wildfires trailing behind them
you can still imagine his soft hair, wrapped around your petite fingers
you still remember the moans he breathed when you ran your nails down his back over and over
you remember how your stomach ached when the angry red scratches were covering his back
because you wanted him again
but you couldn't have him
April the sixth, 2018
