I remember
the way it used to be.
Your pretty face so delighted,
precious-eyes tightly shut,
biting knuckles,
sighs of satisfaction,
candy-tips displaying
sheer excitement.

Spreading soft-pink,
you relished in my handiwork,
gushed your sentiments,
my tongue hidden deep
in delicious-oblivion.

I remember
the way it used to be,
you and me.