Part one: love

I am so happy I've made love. It came as good things usually come. Easy, not swearing anything, not really desiring it but being aware of how lovely he looked without his shirt.
I liked the way it varied through time and how we tiptoe now to make it. It feels as if in some moment I were going to get separate from the floor to reach something higher than me. And that is him. There he is with his not permanent smile but sincere gestures.
I don’t mean he is delicate, but true, my true love.