I've forgotten what you taste like,
I've forgotten the way you feel.
The memory of your lips is a phantom
That leaves me wondering if you were real.
I've forgotten the way your fingertips
Would cover every inch of my skin.
The way you trailed your tongue down my neck
Has eluded me once again.
I can't remember the way your most intimate parts
Would feel in the palm of my hand.
I've forgotten the look of pleasure on your face
When I would fulfill your every demand.
I can't remember what it was that you once did
To bring me to my knees.
And now I can't help but wonder,
If you even remember me.