I don't know why we fall in love with certain people. Honestly I don't think there is that much thought put into it; it just happens and that is what makes it so amazing.
But there is nothing quite as intense and hypnotic as those first few months together making love.
I am reminded of the stillness.
Can you bring yourself back to those moments when you let down all your guards? When you gave of yourself and felt "everything", when you disconnected from the world and all of your worries and responsibilities long enough to lose yourself in the magic of it all?
When you are in love you pretty much eat, sleep and breathe "happy" chemicals. Everything seems brighter, better and effortless. It's a drug you become addicted to; you can't wait for your next hit and you feel as if you cannot live without it.
I remember the warmth of his body against mine. I remember having my head upon his chest; his breath rising and falling beneath my body.
I remember his mouth, his tongue, his lips all dancing across my body in kisses and soft brushes painting my skin and drinking the desire from my pours.
There's that incredible rush of chemicals - the deep, slow inhale, the inevitable, delicous exhale and sharing that arc of pleasure with the one you love.
Making love is a fruitful, fantastic waltz that moves and sways beautifully into the darkness and the light.
And with the right person at the right time; there is nothing quite like it.