"And then you feel his hot breath, tickling you from your neck and downwards. Even his voice sends that different kind of flame that burns you from the inside. That overwhelming burst of feelings that makes your muscles go weak to the core.

If only you could fold this moment like a paper and put it in your pocket. If only you could take this moment with you anywhere. Anyhow. Anytime.

Because you knew... You knew that if it wasn't him... it would never feel like this.

This. Right now. It's not having sex.

It's making love."