I still feel it.
I still feel the way your slow breathing felt on my neck,
as your lips, made their way to mine.
I still feel it.
The way you’re hands moved up my sides,
and back down to my legs.
I still feel it.
The way you would squeeze my thigh with you’re hands.
Until I could no longer hold back.
I still feel it.
The was our kissing became more passionate.
The feeling of not being able to breathe.
I still feel it,
the ache in my heart, of wanting to stop.
I still feel it, as I slowly let my innocence go.
I still feel it.
The scars of you, left on me forever.
I still feel it.
