Do you remember how it was between us?
Because even now, even after all this time, you are still the only man I want. You are still the only man whose image steals into my thoughts when I'm alone and dreaming of what might have been. Your eyes still smile at me in my dreams, your voice still rings in my ears even as I try to find another to take your place. I am drawn to you, in a way that I've never felt before or since. The memory of you is more alluring, more intoxicating, than the reality of anyone else. Even the sight of your name makes my heart skip a beat, and makes sharp, sweet memories flood my mind. And when I close my eyes, I can hear my name on your lips and I melt.
What magic do you possess, to do this to me? To make me want you so badly? Other men praise me, adore me, want me, but you - in your own quiet, knowing way - you alone pull me in, tease me with your silences, intrigue me with your distance, summon me back with your simmering, elusive heat. With you and you alone I am the hunter, not the prey.
No one else reduces me to nothing but a desperate need. No one else can make me tremble, can steal my breath, can make my pulse race and my fingers itch to touch you. Just you. Always, and only, you. I confess, I have tried to replace you. I have sought the smile, the body, the laughter of another, I have tried to feel for others even a sliver of what I feel for you, but I have failed. You are in my heart, my body, my soul.
So lay beneath me, love. Let me admit my defeat as you gloat, as you smile up at me in your triumph. Lay back. Put your arms behind your head, clutch the pillow, let me run my hands along your muscles and skim the surface of your warm, male skin.
Let me kiss my way from your fingertips to your shoulders, tasting you, savouring you, breathing you in. Groan softly when my lips find the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, where your pulse begins to beat a little faster with every kiss, with every lick. Smile up at me with those knowing eyes....and let me love you.