Waves of memory
At the back of my mind, under a layer thick of memories, you’re there.
I see you vividly, bright eyed and hopeful.
I conjure up your image, so strong I can smell your beach wave scented perfume as though you’ve just doused yourself in the very room I’m…
His right hand hesitated at the dip of my waist, fingers shaky as they inched closer to the bare skin beneath the thin layer of cotton between us.
His left hand outstretched cradling in it the right side of my face, molded perfectly to the groove of his palm. His thumb lightly tracing…