We were kissing in bed. I told you how wet I got just by kissing you. You reached down and said, "I know. I know my girl."
My body knows you. I'm moulded to you.
Far from what you might think - it's not the fcking.
It's when we made love. It's the way our minds and our souls were connected just as our bodies were. It's how I had you in your entirety, all to myself, as you had me in mine. It's surrendering myself to you completely, without a care, without a doubt. It's seeing each other in all our vulnerability, knowing we wouldn't have it any other way.
It's revisiting our first time, over and over again.
It's looking into your eyes and telling you how much I missed you.
