With Susannah, I don’t need to bother acting coy or well-behaved. Sometimes when we make love, we melt out of shape and become one thing. A thing that wants nothing but to touch and be touched, to be real and make noise. We can be heavy against each other, without any need to impress one another. This is so far away from what I ever felt with boys. There is no pressure. I can just exist as a conduit of pleasure and love. I want to always be this way.
