kiss me

'Your legs are so cold!'

He said and his legs twined around mines.
I liked his long legs and its wormth.

I really liked him,
as if he was my father.

I liked sleeping with him, but it was strange for me...
I liked his wormth and weight though.

Well, he was so good at ..., well, it.
About it, I was so lucky that I enjoyed it so much.

But I wanted kiss someone.
I thought I should not kiss him because he was my father for me.

Under him, I wondered what I did now, and what I should do.

We were very alike, so he knew what I thought.  But he was so clever that he never blamed me. because if he did, I would leave him, he thought. (Actually I was not going to do so.)
Simply he stopped kissing me.  He really love kissing me though.

I can remember when I slept with him last time, but I cannot remember when I kissed him last time.
Maybe 5 or 6 years ago? I don't know.

To sleep with someone is very easy. 
But to kiss someone you really like is very difficult.  For me.

 

That's all.
There is no conclusion.
This is my diary, so its OK.