i still taste your sticky sweet nectar on
my lips from the time you released your
seed onto my perfect breasts,
then you traced your fingertips onto
my precious flower and tasted my sweet honey, watching it drip from your fingertips
as you plastered your mark into my sweet flower--
my breathing becoming shallow from the sensations, thoughts scattered , close to the threshold before a beautiful release of ecstasy .
A perfect deflowering carved into my memory.