7th heaven, my apple-eating heathen.

7th heaven, my apple-eating heathen.

Has it been the 7th?
Has it really been that fast? I still remember that first time I came, and the first time I had my sock snapped and pushed to exaltation in your mouth. When the other night, I've had to rummaged for strength and call for Bravestar's Bear to engulf my sweat-laden body into yours. And after a few minutes of sleep, we were back on our backs. Breathing heavily, and excited, like we're doing everything for the first time. That you can na put out your smile on our face.

That was it. I can na describe the moment. Do I love you too much to render me brain dead and speechless? Do I ache for you that so your thoughts are congruently entrenched in mine?

That was it. Me, lying in bed, smiling dumb-founded. Me, days after, writing this, and smiling still.