The First Night We Made Love

It was one warm night. You and I decided to sleep in one bed. We kind of planned that one night or it just naturally happened.

We were on bed. You started to hold my hand and started to cup my face. I turn to your side to see your face. And I saw how your eyes light up.

You and I both, we’ve been waiting for this for years. You and I both can’t wait to be in each other’s worlds.

Slowly. We didn’t rush things. You started kissing me, grabbed my waist and cupped my face. I can feel the love with just the soft touch of your lips and the way your caresses my waist.

I cupped your face then feel your chest. We both let out a long satisfied sigh.

You looked at me with love in your arms and touched me longingly. There were no questions asked between us. There is just love and excitement.

Yes, you started your way around my back then it went to my chest. God, it feels great! I started to take off your shirt, your hands still on my chest; caressing, memorizing every feeling.

Then my shirt was off, you saw my bare body. You smiled and started kissing my neck. I bit my lip with satisfaction and you kissed me harder until you went down on my chest. Ahhhhh, I love it.

Then you kissed my lips, I kissed you back. I started taking off the clothes left in you and you undress me. There it was, you and I both, exposing our souls with each other.

You touched me. And I closed my eyes as I touched you back. I’ve never felt so much satisfaction until you. I kissed you neck down to your chest. You felt every kiss and every touch.

It was then that we are both ready to make our worlds collide.

You and I, our souls, together. We moved to the rhythm of the night and the music that was playing behind us. We loved with excitement and honesty and sincerity.

Love, you and I didn’t just make love on the bed in a warm night. We made love with our souls. We made love with our hands. We made love with our lips.

We made love, always.