I think of

crumpled sheets
and, oh, those slow kisses
serotonin overload
crooked smiles
and endless craving
like chocolate…just better
love letters
and deliciously naughty thoughts
shivers in all the right places
deep voice
and sweet nothings
haunting melody in my head
long phone calls
and our shares of good-byes
imprint on my heart

What was I thinking?

© november child
(photo: artist/source unknown)