Why would you wonder?
Does her soft flesh leave you in steaming passion?
Is the lingering aroma of her perfume that perforates your senses?
Or is it the scent of sweet flora that upon her breath?
The tint that stained her precious lips.
It snuggles upon the fissures of flesh that made contact with yours. You who would have given up the world to make contact again.
To taste the amorous sensation that was left on your lips.
An electric shock unbound by emotion that flowed across your chest.
Pondering on memories of emotions desired by your will.
The name that marks the stone in front of you.
A reminder of the love shared between a smooch.