And I don’t call it either.
I call it love exchanging.
Because when we have sex I feel like we are one. Her heartbeat is mine and we share the same skin. It’s like I’m kissing all my love into her, giving her a part of me that goes deeper than flesh. It’s like I blow my love into her lungs and whisper secrets to her soul. It’s like we’re telling a story, and each time it’s a different. One that we can’t understand but that our bodies can feel.
It’s simply amazing.
Posted on Sunday, 15 July
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