I never left that room.
I never left the room where for the first time I undressed for you, the room where in semi-darkness I climbed into bed with you.
I am forever in that moment when I felt your nakedness against me, the hardness of your body and the softness of your skin. Black silk. Black silk all around me, all over me, black silk in my dreams every night since.
Endlessly your voice rings in my ears, you say my name, I can hear the smile in your voice. Your voice haunts me at every hour, it follows me, it whispers in my ear, I can hear it. Your voice is with me, in that room which I never left.
I never left that room where you told me the first book you remember reading, where you told me you favorite Starbucks coffee flavor . . .
I never left that room where I lay on your chest and played with your beard.
I never left that room where we endlessly made love.