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6:22 am Busan
My heart grew ten times in size last night.
I didn't know sex could do that -- but it did.
Like a wave, it had taken me in the softest current and pulled me into a warm embrace.
That was new for me.
In fact a lot was new for me.
In terms of sex, you could say I'm quite experienced. But last night my well travelled hands had touched in ways I never thought they could. In ways I never thought I could.
Delicately. Really, truly, delicately.
Like piecing together fine broken china -- Me, piecing her together like fine broken china.
It was unusual for me to love so tentatively.
-- Or maybe tentative is the wrong word to use.
We had just... moved so... well the way a dull candle melts - slow. Though no lack of warmth. No less contact. And no less passion then say how we were... say, in the shower. It was just a different kind passion.
Wrapped in white sheets and hushed I love you's, we had merely wanted to make the most of it. Of our bodies - bare like my heart. And our time - rare like my girl.
To sink into the soft safety of my bed and let the moon shine blue over her milky skin and my olive tone.
I remember her broken breath - shaking the way it does when you're cold. I remember her hands on back and mine on her breasts.
I remember her breast.
I remember taking my time, tasting between, over and around.
She has a freckle at the bottom of her right breast. Just before the crease. Just before you hit her rib.
I thought the freckle on her eyelid was my favorite but I think this is my new one.
"I'm going to miss you"
I know I say this often but - she's so beautiful.
Last night too - last night was also beautiful.
Though last night was also us running... hiding... distracting our hearts with love / loving.
