Our breathing is still rapid, labored, but starting to calm. Your hands are entwined with mine above my head. Your lips look bruised from our passionate kisses when you lean in to kiss my lips again, then my forehead before you carefully untangle yourself from me.
I don’t know what comes next. This is the first time that we have made love and everything is new, unfamiliar. Our bodies are relaxed but the emotional intimacy between us is still fragile, as delicate as a globe of hand-blown glass.
You lay yourself next to me on your side, facing me. I rotate my body toward you, now on my side as well. We are inches from each other. I am aware that this almost feels more naked than when our bodies were joined. I can feel the warmth coming off your body, the dampness of your skin. Our scents mingle together…
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