Memories

I miss the cold December nights, when we would lay cuddled up in your bed, hands eagerly exploring every part of each others bodies. Fingers gracing skin, lips colliding in heated kisses. I miss falling asleep in your arms, I miss listening to your heartbeat, I miss the intimacy we used to have. I miss having someone on top of me, I miss the passionate kisses, the touches, the curiosity, I miss the warmth spreading through my body, I miss the ecstasy, the thrill of the moment. I miss the butterflies and I miss the muffled moans. I miss the intimacy.