But instead of answering him back, I kiss him again. This time, it's feather like. It's as if our lips are not touching at all.
We started stripping each other off of our clothes. I am left with nothing but my undergarments. He very gently lay me down without losing touch of me. I don't think I can afford now to be away from him, not even for a second. I really need him. It's not just the sex. It's not just the passion it brings. It's the connection. It's the bond. It's that unspeakable truth that I am his as much as he is mine. It's defying all logic. It's the surreal way being close to him makes me
feel.
It's nirvana.
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Mrs. Araneta
RomanceThere are moments that marks our life. Those were the memories that you know, if you looked back.. no matter how much you keep trying, nothing will ever be the same again. So you rest, you move on, you strive to move forward. But time has also divi...
