Home Videos

There's two videos on my computer,
Home movies we made when we were still in lust.
I'm all dressed up in expensive slutwear,
He's suited and booted. Gorgeous.
We don't stay clothed for long.
It's pretty horny stuff too.
Low lighting,
Soft touches,
Eyes still hungry,
Still taking in every detail.
Still savouring the moment,
As opposed to in, out, cigarette, snore.
And I know it's a cliche,
But these videos aren't porn.
They're beautifully captured,
Minutes at a time of him just looking at me,
Smiling,
Kissing the tip of my nose,
Stroking my jawline.
I remember it well.
You wouldn't think I did,
The amount of booze in me,
To let him film us.
I remember the feeling
He was so happy.
He was so soft and gentle.
He would kiss me for hours.
He always loved me when he was pissed.
But this was different.
Hours of footage on my laptop,
And I replay 10 seconds of it over and over.
He's holding me, I'm smiling,
And you can just about hear him whisper in my ear,
As his lips brush over it,
'I love you'.