My mind keeps being drawn back to a not-so-distant memory.
A memory of a bed, and those within it.
The memory of how a kiss can echo throughout a person.
The way your moans channeled into my mouth.
How the early dawn light illuminated your body.
I remember the feel of you.
I remember the taste.
The intake of breath at just - that - moment as he filled you so.
I remember how your breath felt on my cunt.
I remember finally giving in, abandoning my nerves and kissing you.