My body remembers. The tingles that ran down my legs and the shiver that curled my toes. My body remembers, the kisses that trailed from my ears to the base of my neck and your hands roaming over my back like a warrior swinging his sword.


My body remembers, the blissful moments beneath tangled sheets, the music of our groans, the ocean of our sweats and My body remembers , the taste of your name upon my tongue. The dance of groins rising like an offering in the hands of a priestess.

My body remembers even 7 years after the plane crash. I lay awake at night, feeling. Reliving. I’m not searching for replacement. You are more than enough in life and in death.

Adieu, Marcus.


Written by Chioma Ngaikedi.


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