For X:

As memory approaches oblivion

All I remember were
her dark, round nipples
and the softness of her breasts.

I've forgotten her name
and can't recall
or how we met.

Ahh – but
those two perfect
moonlike Orbs of Venus
whose nipples became
delicate pagodas
when erect!

Those precious jewels –
Those alone
I will never
forget!