I remember how,
Your lips tasted the first time.
And how your tongue ran,
Across my teeth, begging to get in.

I remember how,
Your hips felt like Heaven beneath my fingers,
And how your fingers,
Wrapped in my hair.

I remember how sweet my words felt,
As I love you slid from my tongue.
And how you smiled,
And whispered it back to me so sincerely.

I remember how it felt,
When I first saw you cry.
And how broken you looked,
When I started too.

Now I hate that you're leaving,
And I've got to find my way.
But chances are that can't happen,
No matter what we say.

So I guess I'll have to travel,
Leave this world behind.
And hope that I'll still have you,
When there's little hope to find.