I want to remember what it feels like to have you inside me, how you gave me all of you till my body couldn’t take it. I want to remember how our bodies were glistening with sweat with every stroke you took and laughing about it because you couldn’t grip me well.

I want to remember how it felt being on top of you and squeezing your cock while you were inside me and the soft groans you made. I want to remember how empowering that felt, even though I didn’t feel confident in myself as a lover, you gave me that power that I could make you lose yourself in me as much as I lost myself in you.

I want to remember how I called out your name without a care in the world that people could hear me. I want to remember how my body was about to explode as you were pounding me for dear life.

I want to remember how you pulled me close to you when I started to get up from the bed, that was the most unexpected thing especially coming from you because you acted like the type who would shun any sort of intimacy so I avoided it to protect myself. I want to remember how special it made me feel yet it was such a small gesture.

I want to remember how much I loved your scent on me so much that I didn’t shower after, it made me feel quite lecherous. ”Baraka was here” in every sense of the word. How I couldn’t sit properly because I was deliciously sore….such a strange but deeply arousing sensation.

I want to feel the hunger you will kiss me with when you finally plant those delectable lips on mine.

I want to know if you will undress me or tell me to take off my clothes, my vagina twitches when I think about you removing my clothes as you kneel at my feet and rise to your feet without your eyes leaving mine so taking off my clothes it will be. I want to see your face as you take in the sight of my body. I want to know if you will push me to the wall once you have me naked. I want to see your face as you reach out to touch me. I want to know if it will still send a shiver down my spine.

I want to feel the hunger you will kiss me with when you finally plant those delectable lips on mine. I want to feel myself throbbing as you bite down on them and take what is yours. I want to know how it will feel when you place wet kisses on my breasts and nipples, when you suck and bite my neck as you mark your territory. Curious to know if my legs will be able to hold me after that.

I want to know if you remember what I like and tie me up, hands above my head in your room as you play my favourite panty combusting tunes. J. Holiday’s Make That Sound could not have been more appropriate.

I want to know if my body will react the same way again, my chest heaving, my legs wobbling like they’re about to give out, feeling your devil dick jamming slowly in and out then all the way in my cervix. I want to know if we still have that explosive sexual chemistry.

I want to know if we will be able to make it to the bed or you will fuck me standing as I watch our reflection in front of your bedroom mirror. I want to know what thoughts will go through your mind when you drip hot candle wax on my skin. My feet and wrists held in check by cuffs so I can’t move. So I have to absorb every sensation. When you place ice cubes on my body and kiss away the melted trails and finish off to where I crave the possession of your mouth most.

I want to know if every flick of your tongue inside me will leave me clutching your head, gripping for the sheets, begging for more…begging for that surrender that I was so close to giving but didn’t because my body couldn’t take it anymore.