"I’ve been thinking about my legs tied around his waist in summer. I can still feel the heat of his..."

“I’ve been thinking about my legs

tied around his waist in summer.

I can still feel the heat of his skin

and how when our bodies were

pressed together I too could feel

the sun just beneath his limbs.


It was wrong but the way

his torso felt against mine

was just enough pleasure

to keep my conscious

from stopping my hands

and being unable to explore

his fragile anatomy.


I can still see us there,

can still remember how infinite I felt

when he touched the parts of me

that I never knew someone could

learn how to love.


But he loved me

with every molecule in his heart,

and I know that I will never

be able to create another memory

that still haunts me till this day

in any other being but his.”

- "A not so innocent summer," - Colleen Brown