I remember the holding, legs gently unfolding, from being intertwined in a mass of soft curves.

The “I want you”s, “I love you”s, “I cant wait to hug you”s and many more immaculate words.

The “ooohs” and the “aahhs”, should be cheers and applause, for the things I remember on these hot sleepless nights.

Like the “I miss you so much”es and those special place touches and I wont name the place If, by you, that’s alright!

I remember your embrace, and the smile on your face, as I carry you, effortlessly, off to my bed.

When I taste your sweet lips you, start to moan when I kiss you, as thoughts of your nakedness echo off in my head.

The things that come first, and what follows next, are enough to cause a grown man to weep.

The thing that’s a curse, is that without sex, I don’t think that we could lie down and just sleep.

As I taste you and tease you, in an effort to please you, your body starts trembling out of control.

I remember your leg shaking, and your teeth gently raking, my neck, as I penetrate deep in your soul.

The passion enflames, from our erotic games, and the bed sheets and pillows are caught up in the blaze

The give and the take, as we each please our mate, is a rhythmic tempest that is sure to amaze.

The fire rages on, from dawn to dusk and then dawn, until all that is left is a warm bright orange ember.

Yet this sort of stuff, as if being without you isn’t enough, on those dark lonely nights are the things I remember.