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