She remembers laying back into the clouds,
and sinking deep into the silent sounds of their salacity.
She remembers his kindly kisses,
and the tame, tenderness of his touch.
She remembers pushing back the run from his eyes
and feeling the cool, blue sea.
She remembers the insistent, incessant pulsing of his moans,
and the beating of the clouds as she spoke the words of his body.
She remembers the rhythm of his pleasure,
the throbbing tempo knocking at her door, a waltz she followed carefully close.
She remember the warmth of his beating body,
the sweet sensation of sweat and satisfaction.
She remembers that he left her bedside,
just as the flames were rising…
What, said she,
shall I do with this awakening?