raininjuarez: I learned a lot that summer.I learned that her uncle kept the key to his lake house un
raininjuarez: I learned a lot that summer.I learned that her uncle kept the key to his lake house under a flagstone in the walk.I learned the pleasure of waking up next to her soft skin and her feline stretchI learned that she could be weightless, laying her head on my chest, her breathing just normal again, her body and mine tethered tight by skin on skin and not gravity’s pullI learned how black lake water feels on naked flesh and how they shimmer together in the moonlightI learned what it feels like to go for days without clothesI learned how to pull from her a whimper and a sigh and a scream, and I learned to treasure eachI learned her edges, her boundaries, where her head said stop, and how they felt giving wayI learned that when they appear, chances must be taken and pleasures must be seized, or they will vanish and leave you empty, and that kind of life is no life at allI learned that the half-life of a kiss can be a thousand years.I learned that you can remember a feeling or a sensation – trap it in amber – but it can’t breathe there, and that wanting it to breathe again doesn’t make it so.[Please do not remove the text from this post. Thank you](I suspect this picture may be of a tumblr-owner, but I couldn’t find a source. I don’t want to misappropriate; if you know who this is, please let me know) -- source link
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