Do You Remember Our Last Conversation?

A poem

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I remember the love in your voice,
the bits of shyness,
and the tint of wildness.
An aria of desire met and unmet,
a melody so pure my heart bled.

I remember the happiness in your eyes,
the glowing gazes,
and the glimmering greens.
It never felt so good to be seen,
it never felt so good to exist.

I remember the cravings in your smile,
your lips covered by desire,
a lollipop on fire.
An appetite so deep
you made me a vampire.

I remember the beating of your heart,
the rhythm,
and the delicacy.
Never in my life
have I ever wanted to protect something so small.

Do you remember our last conversation?
Because I do.