i remember
the smell of the hair on your arms, your chest
the way you called me baby
over and over
whispering it:

into my ear
through my hair
against the curve of my hip, the flesh of my thigh

and how it made me crazy hot
even though i don’t like being called that

i think about how soft your lips were
on my mouth, and then my clit
the way you looked in my eyes when you fucked me
how i came so hard i got a stitch in my side

everytime i see you
i remember