I can still taste you, subtle strawberry swirling over my tongue tangling with yours. A sensation I once professed to hate I now chase, crave, let it set my body alight. I can still hear you: your laugh, your words-- cute, soft, beautiful -- your moan intensifying before going quiet against my lips. Every observation, every reaction, all echoing through my mind, wrapping me in your warmth. I can still feel you, skin on skin electrifying, safe and snuggled beneath you, your size dwarfing mine. Our bodies together-- waiting, wanting, impatient but perfectly in time. It's too much, it's not enough, it's not what I've felt before, it's so much more. Love... your love... I can still taste it, hear it, feel it.