Giving My Heart

He was just as gorgeous in the morning light then he was last night as the moonlight hit every inch of his strong masculine body. I could still feel every touch and caress as if he was standing directly in front of me, and my lips tingle remembering how our lips fit perfectly together. I knew that I couldn't stand in his doorway ogling him forever because he would eventually wake up and that wouldn't be good for either of us. Clutching my clothes from the night before I took one last glance at the stranger before me knowing that I would never see him again. I turned and walked away only left with my memories of our love making and his shirt that I wore to remember the nameless stranger by.