I miss the taste of her on my tongue...
The scent, the aroma, the place in the pillow she left behind.
She was here.
I craved her for hours before she arrived.
Her taste was of honey and cream mixed just for me.
The moist feeling on her inner thigh before I reached the moment of orgasm.
This was a memory I had once before, now lost of her.
She was here.
I want to ravish her again and again, again.
The images are fading each day, each sleep.
Where has she gone?
I crave...?
Was she here at all?
The taste of her....
I remember.
then,
I don't.
so.
I forgot.
