I can still taste you in my mouth even though it's been a week.
I can still picture you walking towards the bed wearing only the skimpiest of underwear.
I can still feel you against my skin as if we are still laying in the bath together.
I can still picture the colour of your eyes as you stared at me from across the couches.
I love that you bit my neck so hard it took a week and a million excuses to go away.
I love that you let me yank on your jeans and underwear in the supermarket to get a glimpse.
I love that you bring out my naughty side.
I love that you want to look after my hair and cherish the lock of it you took.