I remember 'sleepovers' - the nights we slept together - from the innocence of youth to sitting up all night discussing boyfriends. I remember laying by your side and whispering in the dark and, sometimes, waking in the night and listening to you breathing. We grew in to women together.

I remember reunions and I remember our holiday - just the two of us again for a short while. I remember laying side-by-side once again in the dark; giggling about all and everything, and I remember falling asleep. I remember us laying on our sides like spoons and putting my arm around your waist and feeling your tummy - your woman's tummy - and smiling at years gone past.

I remember you holding my hand and meshing your fingers with mine and pulling me close. I remember you putting my hand on your breast. I remember drawing breath and time standing still as my skin came alive, sensing your softness through your night dress. I remember gasping silently to myself and that minute that stretched forever as I felt your nipple move against my palm and your body rise as you breathed. I remember fighting with myself; wondering if I was interpreting the moment correctly.

I remember you squeezing my hand and starting it into movement. I remember the touch becoming a caress and a caress becoming a fondle. And I remember your sigh. Oh. I remember your sigh.

I remember your tongue touching mine and your thigh closing around me. I remember your silhouette in the dim light as you became naked. I remember your skin but I wish I remembered it more. I remember finding you and my fingers moving sweetly, softly and smoothly into your body. I remember how you cried out. I remember how your mouth juddered against mine and how our tongues faltered in their dance as you came.

I remember laying naked on the bed and feeling your hair against my stomach and my thighs. I remember lifting my hips and wishing I could offer every inch of my body up to you. I remember every sentiment of all we ever knew becoming a new colour as your mouth touched my flesh.

I remember that orgasm. I remember stroking your hair. I remember my nudity and feeling beautiful in the kiss of the breeze from the open window. I remember us making love and wishing the world could see.