The touch of his hand on mine, a clear deep red touch.
His fingers entwining over my own, the red gets deeper and deeper.
The touch of his lips on mine, a blossoming red, with hints of pink.
The taste of his lips waking you up, a loud booming noise that just doesn't stop.
Seeing him in all his tasty glory. The sight of his surgery brown hair.
Eyes a deep mint green, and pupils shining an absolute black, a taste of heat among all the sweetness surrounding them.
Even when he isn't there, the memories of him stay. Soft, silky, surrounding you as if you could drown in them. Flowing through you like a cool glass of quiet water.