I Remember

I Remember. . . .. I remember how my insides fluttered at the brush of your lips like a hundred tiny hummingbirds. I remember your smell the taste of your skin delicious and intoxicating. I remember the contours of your face your smile and how your mouth made me wet with desire. But most of all, I remember that place in the small of your back where my hands would go when you held me close. And I remember then, how I loved you.