I used to touch him like I had all the time in the world to memorize the landscape of his flesh. I touched him as if he would be mine forever. It started a coffee shop with a latte mustache that I could not resist. He was alone that table beside mine and though he was a stranger I leaned over and wiped it off slowly with my thumb. His eyes caught mine, challenging me to be even bolder. I sucked the foam off my finger daring him to say…anything.
“Missed a spot,” he said softly, leaning over to me and like that I was kissing a handsome stranger who tasted like caramel and vanilla. A short time later back at my apartment I found that it wasn’t just the coffee that made him sweet. He tasted like candy all over. I kept him on my tongue for hours. I kept him in my bed for days.
I thought I had forever, there was no reason to think otherwise until there was. If I licked a thousand others they would only taste…not like him. They would remind me that I used to touch him like I had all the time in the world to memorize the landscape of his flesh…