Some pleasures are simple even while they're layered with complexity. They make you feel immediately at ease and yet set your pulse racing like a marathon. Feel so familiar but so thrillingly new.
Kissing and kissing, and then kissing some more, a beautiful man on a deserted rainy street. Holding hands while strolling through an art gallery. Showing each other special things, this beautiful statue that glorious painting. Laughter and shared intimacies over mexican food and cervezas.
It all so very new, and feels fragile and beautiful, like something that needs to be nurtured and protected. Even while it already feels so comfortable. Simple. Complicated. Wonderful.