“Everything was tangled, our legs, our tongues, our thoughts.”
How much love can discovered in 8 hours ?
The first time a room of candles took my breath away - that you would think of how to make the memory special, dreamy, unforgettable... That music and light would burn these memories of you, of us deeper in my soul.
The sex 2nd to the connection, your skin against mine, pleasure and desire merged with love, fear, intimacy, hopes, happiness.. the conversation deep. The taste of your skin, your desire, your lust, your pleasure is like an awakening of a memory of what I've been looking for.
I've never wanted time to slow down so much, to make those 8 hours a lifetime. Home, Future. Past. All consumed in that moment.... Jesus. Was it even real?
I remember the details... from noodle soup to the songs to sleeptalking nonsense while trying to stay awake.
8 hours like this....
It changes you.
Nothing compares.
