Memory

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. - Sarah [The Crow]

His hot breath hits my neck.

My face blushes pink.

 

His eyes meet mine.

My eyes read his.

 

His body pulls me in.

My head molds into his chest.

 

His shoulder was fitted for me.

My head nuzzles near his throat.

 

His teeth nibble at my neck.

My spine shivers.

 

His arms hold me gently.

My body molds perfectly into his.

 

His presence is gone.

My memory is fading.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[dina[saur]]

this is a great piece!! i know exactly how you feel when you write this!! ive had that one spacial person and ive lost them!!
i truly do love this.
i love writing that connects with my life and this piece does that!!