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The Quiet Bits

It’s never going to be the moments when you’re fucking that you remember, as good as they are. They’re transient, a repetitive motion where each thrust compounds it down a little more, forming this diamond of a memory that is full of sensations, but none of them distinct. A general sexy grin that lets you know that you want to do it again, just so you can refresh each and every second of it. Know what it feels like in the midst of it.

But you’re never thinking, then. It’s the moments before you go to sleep, where your memory is just a blank space, too far gone into slumber to clock any of what’s happening. No, what you remember are the spaces in between, the lulls of the ocean when its calm rather than the crash of the waves against the shores. It’s when everything pauses for a moment and you collapse against the bed, sweaty and panting.

When you look at me and smile, and your brain suddenly wakes up from its primal enjoyment of the physicality of it all, and starts to pay attention. That’s what you remember, when you look back on that night and smile. It’s the time when your brain had enough prescience to record, rather than just play over and over. When you had a moment to think. 

So don’t you worry, Princess. I’ll make sure there’s plenty of calm moments for all the dreadfully exciting ones.