The taste was too familiar, he was right, the smell gave itself away. The sweet taste of a caring person, a warm hug, a comforting warmth. A strong taste of coffee, a cream enhanced by the perfect amount of fresh honey. It’s not too sweet, just like his taste. Your smile mirrored in this cup of Honey Latte, your face flooded his mind, a knot building up in his throat.

My Love, my heart is still in pain from the loss of your touch, your closeness, your beautiful laugh. Your scent still lingers on my clothes, my fingertips are tingling from your soft skin, the electricity running through my body. My lips desire yours, the taste so sweet and soft. I swear to god I still taste you. It’s funny how it lingers. The excitement wouldn’t leave my body, I’m chasing those memories so I can look into your eyes and fall deep, deeper than I’ve b