Remember when we went to that field? That field fenced with those trees, Those trees that i feared, Its shadows and blurred silhouettes, Frightened me, beneath drunken stars. When i had too much to drink, And you saved me from the ‘monster’. But do you remember, When you kissed me where desire blooms, And my fingers reached down, Intertwined with your locks? Did you feel the grip i had on you, Not wanting to let you go? Your infatuation dispersed through me. Even though the nights air chilled my naked form, The heat of you lingered where you buried your face. But do you remember When your fingers caressed My waist, my thighs, And you brought up your soaked lips, For a dance with mine. Remember when you marked me? Your lust drawn all over me, My neck, my chest. The blue and purple splotches, Like splattered watercolours. Remember? You could not make out How much you smothered me, in the dark. Intoxicated, your passion painted onto my neck, Covered. Though i could still feel your love Through the pain, Through the stinging, throbbing pain, That left my skin raw, I still felt the tender tingles surging into my veins. I felt our hearts reach further Than our bodies entwined.