Your hand slid all traces of clothing off of my begging body, warm and wanting.

Your tongue slid itself down, dirty and taunting.

Your weight upon me, your skin against mine, your lips firm but purely loving left you no longer daunting.

A slide, a push, a moan, muffled screams.

The bliss of that moment still sends me irreplaceable electrifying, incontestably stimulating shivers in my dreams.

I will never forget you, never forget that night.

I’ll never forget the way you held me under the orange, pink, blue, awe-inspiring morning light.

I won’t forget those whispers, dirty words, admonitions of feelings.

I won’t forget the first time our bodies fell together, leaving me reeling.

I won’t ever forget the first time I felt pinpricks of pleasure over every piece of skin, under all my skin,

was spine melting harmonic rhythm, better than every other feeling has been.

Shaking, Shaking, uncontrollable.

My body contested by unrelenting fire and affection, inconsolable.

Until I am grounded once again by your arms around my newly calmed waist, rid of quivering flesh, snuggled in celestial euphoria.