M. and I made love twice last night.
Each time encompassed its own mood.
Both revealed a strange mixture of love, jealousy, beauty, lust, fears, understanding, tears, sadness, insecurity, security, happiness, friendship, passion, and honesty.
I cannot explain the situations or the words that were inhaled and exhaled.
Only between the two of us.
Only spoken in breaths that seep into our hearts.
Yet I need to stain the memory in my journal.
To always remember.
To always understand.
To always cherish.
Our love.