**(01/04/2016)** I’m writing this to myself so I won’t forget. I wish I could paint the images I have stuck in my head; they would have said so much. But I can’t. And language is so inadequate when it comes to this. But I’ll try. I’ll try because I can’t forget. _You said you wanted to kiss me before. Kiss me now._ Kissing her felt like talking to the gods. Like communicating in an ancient and pristine language. Her breath was warm and her body was fire and it pervaded my senses. With hungry but hesitant tongues we explored each other’s mouths. _Stop shaking._ Her skin was tender and glistened under the faint rays of light that infiltrated the room through the slits in the curtains and penetrated the darkness. I nibbled her ears and kissed her navel. In my head, my tongue was forming concentric circles around her nipples. Desire coursed through her veins and I could see it; an unspoken but undeniable declaration of lust. _Do you like it?_ Her sexuality is the stuff of legend. Primal and unyielding and overwhelming yet mysteriously tranquil and serene. Like that of a true gypsy queen. _Stop or I’ll ask you to fuck me._ I buried my head between her hips. I spread her lips and ran my tongue devouringly up and down her pussy while my fingers worked their way inside her. She contorted under my grip and her body twisted as if the very blood of Asmodeus ran through her veins. She moaned and the heavens trembled. She came and all creation was undone. She rested and the universe was silent. She threw her head back and closed her eyes in an unequivocal manifestation of pleasure granted. _What the fuck did you do to me?_ She showed me her scars and I kissed them ten times in my head. She lay on her side and it was a sight to behold. Her body felt like that book you want to read but once you do and put it down, you realize you want to read it again. And again and again. And you know for certain that you’ll see something new every time and that you’ll enjoy it in a different way every time because that’s just the kind of book it is. _This is weird. It’s you and me._ I spooned her and she took my arm and coiled it around her. I said I had to go and she looked at me like she didn’t want me to and it warmed my heart and made it ache at the same time.