Some say we forget to remember the small stuff. I write primarily about pain and hatred, deep primal feelings. There is more to life than those...and primal doesn't have to just be about bad things. Here is a foray into unknown land for me. Come and share a memory with me. It's so very worth it, my friends.

I want to remember you. This cannot last forever. Stolen moments, stolen kisses, stolen embraces, stolen love is all we have of each other. You make me laugh, and when we’re apart, you still make me laugh. I remember the little things. I remember how ticklish you are when I run my hand lightly down the contours of your belly. How your belly convulses, as you try hard to not laugh out loud.

Bear with me for a while; I need to touch your face now. Your sweet face, with your large blue eyes, your soft sweet red hair, I’m making a memory. The skin on your cheeks is a bit rough, honey. Your wonderfully giving lips are full and soft, yet so hard when you press them to mine. You’ve a powerful chin, darling, strong,

Let’s move down now to your neck…you’ve got a beautiful neck, and you smell so nice. You’ve the smell of a man; you smell of me, you smell of happiness. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up, why? Do you like me touching you? Do you want me to touch you some more? I want to. I trace my fingers over your shoulders, moving down to skim your collar bone. Nice!

You have some scars on your belly, small insignificant scars. But they hold stories, stories I want you to share with me, so I can remember. Stories that will make me feel as though I’m there with you. Tell me those stories so I can weep over them, because you, my beautiful one, were hurt.

Moving down, ever lower, I embrace your manhood...committing it to memory, for it’s given me much pleasure. I hope I’ve given you as much pleasure. It feels hard as steel, yet it’s soft like silk. I trace over your hip bones protruding. You’re holding so still…no movement from you.

I slide my hand down your thighs, more scars, and more stories. Please share them with me. What? Can’t you tell me? You say you cannot think straight. I’m smiling my dear, feeling all powerful, and all knowing. I love the way you make me feel like a Goddess, an Enchantress. Right now, I am all that and more.

Your knees and your calves are committed in my mind. Your ankles are wonderful. Your feet, they too are beautiful.

I retrace the path that my hands made with my mouth. A small tear escapes. Why can this not last forever? Why must it be stolen time? Why am I afraid this won’t last? Why am I afraid that I will forget in time, how dear you are to me?

Your hand tangles in the curls of my hair as we make love, yet again. If this is over tomorrow, I will remember you, all of you and smile.

Shhhh! Don’t speak of love. I will love you the only way I know how. I will share with you my body, my being. Yes, I will ask more of you. That is just my way. I cannot utter the words; I love you, without giving you more of me, than I can. Please understand that and forgive me. Just take what I can give you, as I take what you give me.

It is time for me to go now; I must go back to my family. I kiss you goodbye. As we both drive away, another small tear escapes my eye. I will take the happiness that you’ve given me and secure its place in my heart. I will never forget you. Until we can steal more stolen moments, feel something for me. Love or lust, it doesn’t matter. We don’t need to put a name on it. Just feel. That is all I want.