Unforgettable Man

Well the end of the year is here...
This year...it was hell.
This year things were kept secret but those secrets didn't remain hidden long.

I was at a party...they excite me...but not as much reading poetry of another that can jump off a page and make you feel that pleasure as if their words were coarsing through your viens just to finally get you to come out of that coy shell you been concealing.

Anyways...I was at a party...came in...greeted people who I havent seen in forever...catching up on old times, the usual...well that fun over...see the bottles of wine all scattered at each corner table...so I take the time to pour a glass.
Sitting alone watching people converse with one another, laughing, talking...even saw some people eyeing each other as if they wanted that night to really end in a bang...saw bedroom doors being swung open and closed every hour or maybe minute on the dot...guess you can call me off standish, observant or nosey. But I guess you could say it some type of fun to me...seeing old lovers getting together walking away holding hands, then disappearing behind closed doors coming out with the look of guilt and some I guess you could say wanted more..
Well I'm watching, legs crossed, pretty red dress slowly sipping what i couldn't find again...then he caught me.
A man about a good 5'8, brown hair, beautiful deep brown piercing eyes that I didnt want to look away from. He was some of familiar...someone who I knew the face but not the name. So I shrugged it off thought "I won't come by him again". So I finally got up and what I was enjoying I finally found again...the bottle I thought had got away. Went to reach for it. But another beat me to the last drop, when I looked up it was him....my observer.
He said " sorry"
I said " it's fine, I'll find another.
Then I felt his hand grab my wrist and he said " funny...I thought you would remember me."
I got lost for a moment in his smile, those beautiful dimples...really had me in a trance. Until finally I was able to snap back into reality and said " was I suppose to remember you"?
He laughed and said "well that one night we had together thought it at least left a memory".
I was confused for the moment, caught off guard until suddenly...I remember...he was the man...the man who made me feel something...something so unforgettable...that even my body remembers his firm yet gentle touches of the night that he wasn't just no fuck and go...he was a love maker...one who can make you feel fucked and loved at the same time but knew that after he was done, he was sure to leave something behind on your heart to make you never forget him. Love in The night, Fucked in the morning, thief in the afternoon.
That night...that moment...he told me up close and personal..." you say you forgot me...but tonight...I'll make sure that I'll be a lasting memory."
After that moment he left me breathless and in that night by the time I knew it I wasn't observing anymore. I was the one disappearing behind closed doors.