It seems my memory fails me,
Filling both my head and my heart with only the passion and heat that was Us.
How quickly I would return to you, reuniting Us to our former glory should I know those times were guaranteed to outweigh the dark times that my mind occasionally allows to seep in.
Lost in the memory of our throes of passion and heat, I have lost all prudence for memories of the past,
Simply yearning for your hard body against mine, the heat of your breath against my neck, the tender yet roughness of your kiss upon my open mouth once more.