She remembers her scent,

Unspeakable delights and wild flowers seducing her as she walks by.

She remembers her smile,

Innocence, invitation and fear all in one.

She remembers her lips,

The taste of heaven and sin leading to her to hell.

She remembers her voice,

A gasp in the silence of night, the shivering fear that someone may hear.

She remembers her shape,

That delicious arch melding perfectly against her.

She remembers her eyes,

Everything and nothing, molten emotions that lay deep inside.

She remembers her kiss,

A stolen whisper and she steals her breath away.

She remembers her goodbye,

Warmth and finality, an intoxicating, miserable blend.

She remembers her name,

And she'll take it to her grave.