Tortured

I remember
the  
nights  
we spent  
undressing  
one another  
from  
across  
a crowded  
room  
fully cognisant  
of our  
fascination  
with  
the twilight  
as we    
bewitched  
each other  
with    
deep
longing stares  
knowing  
our lips  
had    
traversed  
sacred spaces  
across    
sections    
of  
our  
bare flesh  
where    
the light  
of  
day  
rarely shines  
as    
your fingers  
traced  
my  
collar bone  
seeking  
a pulse  
to match the    
pulsating    
beats  
of  
your taut  
and  
swollen  
rock hard  
italic  
sex  
as my hips  
rolled  
violently  
against yours  
whilst  
our lips  
made promises  
we couldn't  
keep    
in the    
tangling  
of your  
crispy    
white  
cotton sheets  
and  
who'd have  
thought  
that those  
luscious  
moments  
would  
torture me  
to  
this day  
as my  
cunt  
aches  
just as  
much  
as the
empty  
cavity  
within my  
chest.