I put my arm around her and guided her to the bathroom, where the tub was waiting with clouds of steam wafting up. What did you mean? The feeling was indescribable, almost orgasmic; the sensation of having each other’s physical hearts beating within our chests. As my lower body was slowly absorbed into black hole with me, the girl looked me and smiled. Before me, roaring in limitless intensity was the single star I always saw when I slept. All this stimulation, it was too much, I could feel all the muscles in my lower body tensing up from my approaching orgasm. The girl still appeared every morning for a few minutes, but I could rarely do anything more than touch her gently with my hand. I remember you’re touch, your taste, your love, your pain, and your heart.
