making love is so different than having sex.
the first and only time ive ever made love was a couple weeks back.
it started with honest confessions of being scared, facing our problems with kisses that progressed into sighs, sighs that progressed into more kisses, everywhere. soft smiles, a warmth in my heart that could set cities on fire. skin on skin. moving on top of eachother, brown eyes, blue eyes reflecting one another’s colors.
fingers tracing secret messages on eachothers backs. our bodies tense; just relax. relax. warm breath hitting our necks. wont be the last, no it wont be the last.
