Memories

The way you touch your chest when you’re passionate about the words you speak.

The way you screw your face up when you giggle.

The pitch of your voice when we get excited together.

The curve of your stomach

That leads to

the lace of your lingerie and

the shape of your pubic hair.

The exhaling of breath when my fingers find your clit.

The lust in your eyes,

the confidence we emit,

the fluidity we share,

the memories we keep.