Sometimes . . . we are happy. Sometimes there is sweetness like strawberry juice lingering on our lips. Sometimes we share and laugh. Sometimes we want the same things and are able to work together to achieve them.

Sometimes, late at night, after the passion, I want to lie with you and relish all that is sweet and lingering and harmonious between us. I want it to keep humming in the air around us - just for a little while.

I want to let go of all that has come before and be together just like this.

sometimes.