Every movement he made was full of precision and grace. His breath was hot on my neck, slowly making it's way down my chest. His every touch sparked electricity inside of me. His words, which were hardly spoken but when they were, oh god, it was like listening to a sweet song on a bad day. Each piece of clothing was thrown left and right until I felt his skin on mine; he was so warm. His hands grasped my waist, pushing me closer to him, and my fingers were intertwined with his hair, and our lips were together. I had never went to church or believed in any religion, but I know I found god there. It felt like heaven. Absolutely blissful. My first experience of passion will forever remind me that there is a heaven, a heaven in your arms.
