The last time we made love

The last time we made love was on a Friday night in September
I remember it so clear
You laid beside me beneath the grey duvet pulling us into each other
Your arm stretched for my head to go over
Inviting me into your chest I could smell cologne, it stains my mind when I’m alone
You planted a delicate soft kiss on my head but I reached for your mouth instead
Yours pressed to mine a feeling so divine two car crash hearts combine every time we kissed I always felt the butterflies within my stomach
I still feel them now despite all of this
Your fingers stretched to my cheek cupping my face in your gentle hand
I thought back then you wanted to be my man
I craved your lips every time you pulled away to look into my eyes
You hand grabbing at my thighs
I could feel the connection the passion and the beauty in your presence
I didn’t think think this time would be the last
You suddenly on top of my body pulling my soul into your arms kissing my cheek then every single inch of my body
My skin on your lips
You made me happy
Brutally honest fragile intimacy
In the dark with me laid beneath you every single moan every look and every smile was true
But honestly I wish I knew back then that this would be the last time I would ever be with you