Remember that first time he ran his hands up your thigh,
and how you almost forgot to breathe?
Remember when he use to kiss your neck,
and you could feel the tingle down in your feet?
Remember the sound he made coming in the door,
and how it felt when he entered the room?
Remember the way the palm of his hand felt,
on the bottom of your back during sex?
Remember how he held a conversation with someone he wasn't interested in,
just to make you're more interested in him?
Remember how there was no time like the time with you?
I remember feeling complete,
and interested in our connection.
I remember the effort he put into convincing me,
and now it seems as if he forgot:
what I liked,
what I needed,
what I remember.
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