the heat of your body
the pressure of your lips
the glide of your hands
as they settle on my hips
the look in your eye
as your hands move lower
I exhale softly
while our movements get slower
your shirt disappears
doesn't matter where it goes
you kiss my neck
as I curl my toes
it felt so magical
something truly fantastical
but then I thought
this isn't what I want
YOU ARE READING
in case I can't explain why
Poetrydedicated to his memory and how I failed to keep him.
