the taste of her light moans still linger on my tongue
mixed in with my morning coffee I still taste her
still hear her panting
begging
lusting
for me not to stop
don't stop
keep going
the rosy peaks of her *******
still in the palms of my hands
my lips taking a drag along the minuscule curves of her neck
her beckoning whispers telling me not to stop
I didn't
stop