Love. A concept that crosses my mind more than 100 times a day. Something I experience everyday, in many forms. Something I receive, and something I give.
But love can also be a confusing thing. Love can also cause you to be stupid. Love can cause you to be things you would have never dreamt to be, or things you have dreamt to be.
Taking a puff of my cigarette, as I read over what I had just written in my journal. I had so many thoughts swirling through my mind, and so little places to put them.
I found myself constantly sketching pictures of Ray, or painting different forms of him. Or even writing the way he makes me feel in my journal. Is this what love feels like?
Closing my journal, I look to my left to see Rays form on the left side of my bed. In his most peaceful and natural state. I continued to admire him, taking in his perfect features and imperfections, while loving both equally.
I ran my finger through his dreads, loving the feeling against my finger tips, as he stirred beneath them softly.
"Did I wake you?" I spoke softly, as I stared into his soft brown eyes. Shaking his head no, we continued to take in one another's forms.
The dim lighting in my bedroom, shining down on our brown skin, as the after glow of sex still sat upon our skin.
"What were you writing about in your journal?" Ray questioned, as he sat up against my headboard. Looking down a blush taunting my brown cheeks, as I contemplated on telling him. "Just writing about how you make me feel." I spoke honestly.
"And how's that?" Ray questioned. I pondered for a moment. Trying to find the correct words. Trying to find the words that describe our love for one another's. "Y-you make me feel completely smitten. Every time I'm within your proximity every problem in the world vanishes from around us. My mind is free of all worries, and is replaced with happiness and love. My heart and stomach are constantly fluttering, as if there are a swarm of butterflies inside of my body. Every time we touch, I get warm and tingly all over. Even when I'm not around you all I can think of is you. And how you brighten up my day, with just your presence, or a simple phone call. How we can make love over and over again, and how I'll never get bored or tired of it. And most of all, how much I love you Ray." I breathed out, as I read aloud what I had written in my journal.
Just as the last words left my lips, Ray pulled me into an alluring kiss. The love and the sexual tension between us could be felt from miles away, as we tore off what little clothes the other wore on their frame.
That night I knew what it felt like to make love. That night I knew what it felt like to be loved. That night I knew what it felt like to not be a toy.
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