I am back in Berlin and I feel the joy of getting close with my girlfriend again.
After not seeing each other for a while (and me also being around and somewhat close with other women), it feels good to be around her again. To be close and intimate with her. To feel her. To hold her. To make love to her.
It didn’t really come as a surprise that the first time we made love after such a long time apart from each other, was a beautiful and wild dance of passion and breath and touch and sweat. It was slow in loving. It was wild and rough. It was playful and familiar and new at the same time.
What did come as a surprise was that I found myself really looking forward to our newly discovered night ritual: Right before going to sleep, we would undress and she would climb on top of me. She would take me inside of her and then we would just lay there inside of each other. Sometimes we would talk. Sometimes we would just breathe. Sometimes we would even doze off together. There’s no “sex”, no movement and no orgasm. And it feels calming and beautiful the same time.