Darling, Do You Remember

My love, do you still hear the echoes of our whispered words, woven from tender threads of longing and desire?
Can you feel the ghostly caress of my touch, like a fleeting symphony upon your skin, stirring a relentless yearning for more?

The bittersweet tang of our mingled sweat, a treasure discovered in the fervent embrace of our fervor.
Your quivering frame, faltering legs, yet a steadfast hold, eyes ablaze with a passion that transcends mere connection.
Submerged in the depths of my creation, willingly succumbing to its unfathomable allure.

I cannot erase the memory of your taste, the pulsing cadence of your form, the cries and tremors.
My adornment of love's imprint, a tapestry of crimson upon your flesh, an expression of our boundless devotion.
I compose sonnets upon the landscape of your chest, igniting a symphony of longing.

Entwine me with those tender lips, as the night enfolds us in its velvety embrace.
Your delicate form, a haven, a modest sanctuary of blissful ardor.

Your dark locks, my secret haven, where I sow my most fervent dreams.
Upon your canvas, I sketch tales of ethereal beauty and solemn declarations of love.

Do you remember our solace, or was I just a fleeting breath of...