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Sunday May 8, 2005

I don’t think there’s anything more exquisite than that moment when he enters you, or when you can taste him afterwards, or when your face is cupped in his hands, looking up and seeing the look on his face, or lying naked on your stomach while he lazily traces the curve of your back, when he lightly strokes your face with this almost bewildered look of “I can’t believe this is all mine”, when he says your name as he comes, his body tremor/shudder at the end and that laconic, satisfied sleepiness afterwards when you curl up together.

I miss these moments most of all.

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