I know the taste of her lips.
The way her champagne lipstick stained my skin.
We were just one empirism of many.
I loved the way her freckles were sprinkled on her face and down her shoulders like stars fallen from the skies.
She hated them but God were they gorgeous. Her curls like springs of golden brown that spilled down her shoulders. Her amber eyes would stare into mine and everything felt fine.
The way she shivered against me gently mewing when I lightly pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades running my tongue lightly up her neck. The whispers of sweet nothings. We were two pieces that were one.
The way she would gasp when I would break our kisses because she wanted more.
So drunk off the thought of one another. High off the idea of love.
There was something so tender in those amber jeweled eyes. Her touch burned my soul. Even when I kissed her scars I felt the whole world restart.
We maybe could have fallen in love.
But in the end, we were just one empirism of many...
