There was a time
when
our lips hadn't yet touched.

and

There was a day
when
your eyes didn't know mine.

and

There was a point
that
your hands hadn't yet caressed my body.

And to think,
all that I have to do is ***** up once,
and I'll begin to remember these seemingly foreign things,
just a little too well.

I’m forever searching for the words,
dripping in honey,
sweet enough to be worthy to speak to you.