This...it's so much deeper than what Matt and I shared...so much more real. There's no doubt, no worry, nothing beyond his touch. Perfection. That's the word, or completion.
Matt may be an anchor, my shore, but Near is my depths. I need them both, but I only need Near like this.
I let myself move, letting his rhythm fill my body, my mind.
And, still, nothing but soft moans fill my throat.
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Date: 2008-03-19 07:20 am (UTC)Matt may be an anchor, my shore, but Near is my depths. I need them both, but I only need Near like this.
I let myself move, letting his rhythm fill my body, my mind.
And, still, nothing but soft moans fill my throat.