* Day 47*
Being with Michael is like a daisy getting water. It's refreshing, amazing, and well, needed.
But being with Michael is new and scary but breathtaking and staggering. They way we conform our bodies to fit with each other is intimate. The passion is floating around the room, literally. The smell of how much we love each other is in our hair, on our skin, on the bed sheets. It's astoundingly intoxicating, in the best way possible.
I never want this feeling to go away, ever. I am not talking about how I never want the feeling of first sex to go away but the feeling of making love with Mikey. I desire for this feeling to always be there, even if we don't end up as soulmates or 'The Ones'.
I wonder what it would be like to have sex with him in the shower? The kitchen even? On the living room table?
The possibilities have opened so much now.
*End of Day 47*
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