New Girl

There are those lovers I will never forget.

Bright sunlight pouring itself like golden honey over naked submission on a stolen afternoon.  A terrain of delicious goosebump flesh pressed against a rough brick wall in a chilly attic.  A smile to melt a heart beneath a silken blindfold.

A sensual dance on a sultry night, perspiration beading her skin.  Laughter across a restaurant table, captured forever in a photograph.  A climax that shuddered through her body endlessly like noisy waves on a wild shore until she begged me let her rest.

A girl on her knees, her face pressed against my thighs.

A dress that made me sigh aloud.

Hair that tumbled across the pillow in gorgeous tangles of lustrous raven silk.

A kiss that tasted of wine and cinnamon.

Tears that tasted of salt and love.

There are those lovers who live in my heart forever.

And there are those whose names I cannot recall.

I wonder if I will remember hers.

 

 

Originally posted in my Shadows & Dancers blog