This is what I remember.
You, pinned to the wall, hand at your throat, hand in your hair.
Neck, exposed. Pulse beneath my lips.
Bracing you against the wall; an unsnapping, hands at your shirt – over your head.
Bared skin. I almost regret the hunger that followed. I did not spare the moment to memorize the sight.
Your nipple, caught between my teeth. Feeling it harden. Throb.
You were a craving. I named your curves with bared teeth and unrelenting intent.