I remember the feeling of your hand, tentative and shaking, when you held it for the first time.

I remember the smell of your cologne as you leaned in towards me, quick, before you lost courage.

I remember the softness of your lips and the smile that you couldn't keep from sneaking between us.

I remember the warring sensations of floating on air and drowning in self-consciousness.

I remember how my lips tingled for hours after I returned to my room, reminiscing about the power of your lips.

I remember every little detail about that first night,

but could you kiss me just once more, just to jog my memory?