They were moments that time will never dare to erase—instants of pure surrender, where pleasure and enchantment mingled. Her body... vast, generous, made for delight and perdition. Every second was an invitation to madness, every look, a promise of ecstasy. She—a woman of divine presence—lit a fire in me that no oblivion can extinguish. Now, living without her will be like wandering among still-warm ashes, trying to imagine her scent and the taste of her skin. Goddess. Wonderful. Eternal in the memory of my desire.