With her I learned so much about connecting with the world. My most vivid memory of our relationship was being in her dorm and having this most intimate bit of non-verbal communication:

She, naked and waiting, with her eyes closed and her nerves piqued, lied on her back as I straddled her, lighting a candle. I passed that candle all over her body, looking lovingly at every part of her skin, wanting to take it all in. And as I poured the first drops of candle wax on her chest, watched it solidify a sky blue, and watched her breathe in briskly, I knew I loved her more than I'd ever loved anyone before.

I drizzled wax with deliberate motions over her breasts, her nipples, her sternum, her stomach, her navel, her hips. Then with the flame an inch and a half away, I massaged her clitoris with my tongue, and studied every little movement she made with acute awareness. As she became more excited I poured wax on her nipples again, then on her thighs, making her pain just barely bearable, but she welcomed the addition to the orgasm I was starting between her legs. As she came, I breathed a runner's breath, and was filled with what I could only call the Holy Spirit.

When she relaxed, I kissed her once gently on each eyelid, curled up with her, and went to sleep.

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