He glided in and out, hard and smooth, demanding more and more with every thrust. His sweat-laced body intoxicating my nostrils and my soul. With one final stroke he gave me his love and not long after we both fell to the floor, spent and exhausted but still deeply intertwined. He brushed away the strands of hair from my face and softly kissed my forehead – and I was left covered in his love.