It wasn’t that long ago you held me in your arms. Do you remember the feel of my skin beneath your fingers? Do you recall the sound of my voice as you made my pleasure soar to the breaking point and beyond? Do you remember that little, sultry laugh?
As the days flow to weeks and the weeks become months, the memories of you are fading beneath the stroke of new hands. I do not often pause to reflect or wonder now, as I did in the early days. Now I simply accept the void; the empty space you left behind. But there are moments in the quiet dawn when I wonder if you remember? I wonder if you ever miss that space we filled together. Is there anything at all about us that you miss? Do you have moments of your own in the quiet dawn or darkened hours of the night?
Do you remember?