It feels like yesterday. You had your lips pressed against my ear temple, speaking all the things I needed to hear. I can still remember how your hot breath would make me gasp. How'd you'd use your tongue to trace my vain straight down to my collar bone. You'd then grip my throat, and use your thumb to gently rub across my lips before taking my breath away. Your kisses were always voluptuous. They were the most passionate kisses I've ever had. Every time I close my eyes I'm haunted by the memories and I hate it.
