One Broken Heart Later

Remember when our love was new?
Remember when every kiss felt stolen?
Remember how a single touch or an errant breath on flesh could excite waves of passion?
Remember running into each other’s arms like long lost lovers after a single day of absence?
Remember those hot, wet passionate kisses so needful?
Remember kissing while undressing and how empty your lips felt when we had to pull a t-shirt up and over our heads?
Remember how hard I would be? That throbbing need between legs showing how I ached for you?
Remember being so wet for me that you would soil your panties?
Remember when you told me your nipples ached so much for me, you thought you could orgasm from me touching them alone?
Remember how we tried?

That’s how she makes me feel.