I remember romantic nights drifting into early mornings at Café Intermezzo. I remember us enjoying New York Cheesecake with excellent cappuccino. I remember the intimate setting that led to profound conversation and amorous kissing. I remember your voice, soft spoken, telling me the depths of your heart and me intently listening. I remember how beautiful you looked, every detail of what you were wearing. I remember your peep toe heels, your backless white dress, the sweetness of your breath, your curled hair, your Chanel earrings and people smiling and staring. I remember the wonderful scent of your perfume as we were embracing.

I remember holding you in my arms and my heart racing. I remember us vibing to the soothing rhythms of Spanish guitar strings. I remember moving my chair adjacent to yours and the inundation of deep feelings. I remember the rapture of our collective emotions. I remember more kissing and the loving words of intimate whisperings. I remember the transcendence of our communication. I remember us feeding each other at our little table — the candle next to flowers on top of white tablecloth flickering. I remember kissing your hand and asking you to be my woman. I remember the passion in your eyes and the absolute beauty of your countenance under the full moon’s illumination. I remember us not waiting to drive back to your location for lovemaking. I remember the way it pleased me to give you pleasure hearing your moaning. I remember passionate riding and the words you were saying. I remember your loud release after eye contact and heavy breathing.