My body was your playground. I allowed you to kiss every inch of me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I let you taste the sweetness of skin and my forbidden fruit because you wanted to commit my taste to your memory. You allowed your fingers to caress and your hands to grab so that you became oh so familiar with my body. You treated me as a precious piece of art that you could cherish for a lifetime. But after you finished playing and it was no longer fun you abandoned my playground and left me with bittersweet memories.