Mine is the rhythm of the heart. Mine is the grasp of flesh to flesh and the fast rush of blood in your veins. Mine is the growing thunder in your groin and the sweet, mad high of your release. Mine is the tangled, salt-lick sweat and hot dribble down your legs, the shared breaths panting, the whispers of joy and thanks.
if you ever lose me, look for me there. Love, Freya