I remember the first time you put your hands on me. I remember feeling the fire in your heart, and tasting desire on your tongue. I remember the way it felt to lay against you and how perfectly our bodies seemed to fit together. It was like we were hand crafted for one another.
do you remember?
And then, slowly but ever certain the fire bled out until it was but an ember - barely glowing among the ash.
I'm so cold now. Your body used to keep me warm. Your breath kept my heart beating.
But now, I am alone and I am cold and all I have left to keep my heart humming are these bittersweet memories of honeymoon passion played over and over again in my head.