That kiss, to remember us that we were still alive, but above all after that kiss we looked at us for a moment that seemed had no end.
In, your eyes, I could see still your glance that you had in your past life, in front of the fire, while we were tightening our hands.
In these instants, I could felt our old bond that united us, and it was strong.
I was perceiving it, and suddenly I remembered one of the first magic stones we had seen one of the very first night I’ve spent with you: Gebo, the union of two souls.
My thoughts were going beyond: I was realizing that.
But you had no said me nothing, you was only staring at me.
And me, i was only enchanted by what who I was looking at: you.
Now my only desire was to touch your face, reaching to your neo, and slowly make me kiss my finger from you, till to approach myself to you, and let kiss me again.
I dived myself into your eyes, as if was an ocean, and in a whisper, I’ve told you: “I wanna make love”.
Without say nothing, you have started to give me little kisses on mouth: little soft kisses that rapidly were enlarged to my neck, on my shoulder while you moved my hair, and me, slowly I’ve started to unfastened you the shirt, till our own games were done.
These little gestures, were became our little rituals, and without realizing, they were exciting us more.
Each time we have done love was, always different: from more passionate, at more delicate, from more rough, at more soft and kind: this one was silky and velvety.
Your kisses were so sweet, you was been careful in the penetration, but at the same, it was one of the moment most intense we have had. And when you have lifted my arms over my head, while you was kissing me, we had reached the orgasm together.
That orgasm was the très union between the past and the present.
We given ourselves a last passionate kiss, before to end embraced us.”