Faceless  Remembrance

I remember the how dark it was.    
How you led me by my hand to the back row.    
   
I remember it was not empty, a few people  
sitting a few rows in front.    
How as I sat your fingers were already  
opening my thighs    
   
I remember the feel of my knickers sliding  
off    
How I tried to feebly to stop you.    
   
I remember the words you whispered    
How I just did as you said, and kept
my thighs parted.    
   
I remember as we sat back and watched  
the film    
How your fingers stroked and caressed,  
paused and hovered, waiting.    
   
I remember as you slowly pushed inside    
How you pleasured me.    
   
I remember your breathing    
How, like mine; fast and urgent    
   
I remember you getting up before the films  
finish.    
How you put my knickers in my hand, still  
warm from Your deposit.    
   
I remember walking out later    
How I could feel you soaking into the  
fabric of my memory with every step taken.    
   
I remember not remembering your face.    
How I can still climax just thinking of    
the smallest of moments we shared after  
all this time.