HEARTBREAK

I Didn’t Know

A Thousand Times and Once

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I didn't know when he kissed me.

I kissed him back, loving the tender softness of his mouth over mine. His body’s heat seeped into mine where we pressed together.

We swayed to our internal music.

I didn't know when he pushed my shirt up over my head and ran his hands down my body.

My skin shivered when his hand cradled my face in anticipation of more.

I was just young and in love as he caressed my breasts, my belly, between my thighs.

His tongue spread my most intimate secrets and coated me with desire. The thread inside me pulled tighter with each tongue-lashing, and my moans pitched higher.

Then his fingers slipped inside me, rubbing that spot that made me explode.

I felt cherished as he held me through the waves that rocked my body. Electric bliss crackled under my skin, snapping with pleasure at each nerve ending.

My fingers wrapped his length and stroked his hardness to an iron will.

If I'd known I might have savoured the feel of him deeper. More.

But he drove me from it, impatient to join with me.

He slipped inside as if my body was made for him. A thousand times over we'd danced this ritual over the years.

A thousand times, he'd loved me.

He knew if he kissed my neck I'd trembled. If he stroked my inner thigh I'd moan.

And when he kissed me, I’d slip my tongue in his mouth to taste caramel candy he carried in his pocket.

And that night, my body knew what to do without me thinking. Like to meet his thrusts, and squeeze his cock.

But I didn't know when I moaned his name, scratched my nails down his back, and wrapped my legs around his waist.

His deep voice brushed my ear as whispered that I was the best he ever had. That no one made him feel the way I did. That he owned me.

He did. He owns my heart.

We came together. Shaking, thrusting, moaning.

He kissed my face and neck and hands and held me.

Days later, I held that memory.

That last memory.

I didn't know it was the last time.

And I'm glad I didn't.

I somehow ended up on sad TikTok. where we celebrate the memories of those lost.