Stanley KunitzDarling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
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The first time you have sex, you are not just making love to your partner; you are also making love to yourself. You are reminding yourself who you are and what your life is about. You are remembering all of those people who made you who you are and what your life is about. Say it’s a beautiful night and the moon is shining as bright as it can.
The stars in the sky twinkle like the lights on a Christmas tree. If that moment feels magical and sensual, then you must be remembering that first time you had sex.
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