Sense Memory
When I taste salt I remember kissing your neck when you’d come home from the gym, pumped up, testosterone-fueled and wanting me, the tang of dried sweat on your skin, the beat of your heart drumming against my lips.
When I taste salt I remember kissing your neck when you’d come home from the gym, pumped up, testosterone-fueled and wanting me, the tang of dried sweat on your skin, the beat of your heart drumming against my lips.