Memory

He sat aside me,
We talked until I eased down,
His shell I pulled aside,
I was consuming him
When he went and
Gave me something to consider.
On my bed we went,
A moment in time I relive
So many times.
I was on top,
He was beneath me,
I wish we could have 
Remained like that for many years
But he went and now he's just a memory.

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