Your gaze, penetrating into me, straight to my core, making me weak in the knees. The way you would look at me in the mirror as I stood behind you, my arms wrapping themselves around your body, my big brown eyes peeking at you over your shoulder, as you washed your hands. Your passionate kisses taking my breath away. The feel of your stong arms as you picked me up and I wrapped my legs around your waist, you walking us to the bed. The way your fingers lingered on the small of my back. Your teeth, biting down into my inner thighs until I cried out in ecstasy. Your marks. All of them, all over my lower half, marking what belonged to you. Your hands, firm, unyielding, holding me down to keep me from squirming when I disobeyed. The way you looked at me. Oof... they way you stared at me. Those eyes that change color from blue to gray as they devoured my naked flesh when I straddled you. The way you would whisper “you’re so sexy.” Laying there, afterwards, with you, arms and legs tangled into each other, tired and sweaty from our lusty tryst, as if nothing else in the world existed but us. We were each other’s peace. And during that year and a half, I fell in love. Passionately. Madly.

I miss those lust filled nights, and how you made me feel. I hope I made you feel adored as well. I know why you had to end it. It’s taken me just as long to accept you will not return. You know there will always be a special place in my heart that will forever love you. Thank you for making me feel like the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the Universe.