We make love inspired by the Greek gods, grappling for position our bodies artistically perfect in our sharp and precise movements, lines and structure.
We produce sounds that become morphed and muffled like a cry, reminding me of how an angel would sound, expelling pleasure or joy.
We lay in a bundled unison, using rough yet smooth curvatures as incentive to give onto and receive one another.
It is ultimate selflessness because we share the most precious parts of ourselves so willing yet uncontrollably, it is during these times of intimacy the relentless gift of love buds, blossoms and evolves.
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