Small fragments of memories

How to forget that summer morning, one night before the wind had felt refreshing our room, it had slipped through an open space in our window that barely allowed a gentle lifting of the curtain, however the heat of our bodies did not allow us to feel such caress from nature, we were united in a coming and going of hips where our bodies melted into one, you could feel the heat emanating from our bodies, we were covered by a cloth of excitement, still I can smell the aroma of sex in our room, the sheets with traces of our essence imprinted like a passionate crime scene, I still feel the marks of his fingers on my skin.