Listening to the waves of the ocean, while the hot sun warms my skin, the scent of sand and coconut in the air.
The melting of my body into the bed, at two o’clock in the afternoon, when my eyes are exhausted, and my mind drifts in and out of consciousness.
The weight of your body on mine, biting into your juicy bottom lip, as we become one.
The first savoured bite of banana cream pie, or any other of my favourite desserts, for that matter, allowing it to settle and dissolve in my mouth.
The touch, and pressure, and manipulation of massage on my muscles and skin, every new inch by every new inch.