He finds his release as I find mine. I meet his gaze, keep my eyes on his, though my vision fuzzes. The connection with him is far more important than physical pleasure, though it is a facet of the whole.
He looks at me. He has always seen me, as others have not.
Others have been, are, important to me, but Genta reaches me as no other.
My breathing steadies as the pulsations ease.
.......he is crying. My eyes are not entirely dry.
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Date: 2013-02-19 09:54 pm (UTC)He looks at me. He has always seen me, as others have not.
Others have been, are, important to me, but Genta reaches me as no other.
My breathing steadies as the pulsations ease.
.......he is crying. My eyes are not entirely dry.
My lips meet his.