Anonymous Sex

precocious.

“In this world love has no color— yet how deeply my body is stained by yours,”

inchoate

rhapsodizing

I know time slides away like a cat burglar, and it tries to carry every piece it can fit of us in its bag.

onerous

I had never experienced that sensation—of the perfect connection, two parts of two people who were cocreating this new thing that was the oldest thing on earth.