Memory…

Memory is the strangest thing.

I was in an airport the other day and glimpsed a man who reminded me of a former lover of mine. He appeared out of the corner of my eye and my heart jumped. It skittered into my brain and reminded me…

Suddenly I could smell him, taste his lips on mine, and feel the warmth of his body next to me. My body was taken wholly by the memory and I didn’t have a chance. I felt heat on my face and warmth between my legs.

When I looked again the resemblance was slight but something, how he moved, the turn of his head, caused the flood of sensation that coursed through my body leaving me breathing fast and weak kneed.

Oh, my!

This lover of mine made me breathless with a word. Just the sound of his voice was enough. Being with him was beyond earthly delights. Any time we are together we sparked and the flame was never far behind. It would burn – for hours, sometimes days, but we never stopped. We have locked ourselves in a hotel room and lost a whole weekend never once stepping outside.

It’s been a long time since that happened but in that moment, when I thought I saw him, it flooded back and I wanted him back.

We often what we can’t have.

It also made me realize, perversely, that I need to move on. Away from the memories and live again. I’ve spent too long living with ghosts.

Raise a glass to the present possibilities.

Licks!

Hmmm…

Should have stayed in bed today.

Sometimes the dream is better than the reality. Especially when the reality is that you’re alone. I know, I know, enough of the maudlin crap. No soul searching, no downers….

But to dream, that is a wonderful thing.

To remember, even better.

I remember…

…when you picked me up at the airport. I was waiting in the cold watching as a police car made its rounds. Wondering what I would feel when I saw you again. We had been apart so long. You pulled up, far enough that I had to walk to you. I dropped my bags as you picked me up. Your arms so strong, just like I remembered, holding me, one hand drifting down to pull my ass to you as you kissed me. I melted inside and out.

I remember…

…you got up for water. We’d been in bed for hours, kissing, fondling, loving each other. I watched you walk away enjoying the view of your amazing thighs, the curve of your ass, the cascade of muscle down your back. When you came back to bed I turned you over to pay homage to your back and kissed my way down it and back up again.

I remember…

...morning and the frosty light slanting in through the blinds. Worrying that it would wake you and wanting more time just to look at you. I lay there memorizing the line of your hair, the shape of your eyebrows, and the curve of your nose. Wanting to touch them to commitment them to memory with my finger tips. When I couldn’t resist I kissed you and you woke pulling me to you, trapping me in your arms and drowning me with kisses.

I remember…

…waking this morning to memories reflected and formed into dream.

I remembered…

I will feel this way again. Not today or tomorrow but soon. Soon someone will fascinate me with their long lose limbed walk or their amazing eyes or their smile will flash out and ensnare me as yours did.

Licks!