I am lost in our world.
His and mine.
My eyes don't leave his, as he pulls in and out of me. I cling to him as if I am scared he will leave me.
He is my first.
My first every thing.
Tears trickle down my eyes as the feelings of pleasure and passion is too much for me to handle. I don't know how this happened but I am deeply in love with this man.
The man whose name I don't know. The man I'm connected with through feeling and touch. He kiss my tears away and take my lips in a sweet savouring kiss. This kiss feels another kind of different. I think it's different because I'm kissing him with feeling, with love.
It might be that I'm just extremely vulnerable and imagining all these feelings? I don't know.
I give myself over as he increase the pace and pistons in out of me. I
