A response to Trent Lewin’s short story of the same name. It struck something in me and I wanted to take a different approach.
Your lips, soft and warm and moist. They whispered against my skin. I brushed them with my own. They opened and formed words that lifted me to the stars and beyond.
Your eyes, sparkling and opening me to your depths. I could have fallen in and been happy forever.
Your hips that curved.
Your neck that beckoned.
Your fit, perfectly within.
Your arms around me.
Your hands in mine.
Your breasts pressed against me.
I touched them once. I’ll never touch them again. But they will remain with me forever, in my heart, in my soul, wherever I go. These parts.