To make known
Growing up, I was always told that sex was an extremely intimate and special act between two people.
But I don’t think it’s the physical act of having another person inside you that is so intimate. I think it’s rather in the way you see their secret responses to pleasure. The way he can see your teeth involuntary sink into your bottom lip, or the way your eyes moisten with satisfaction.
And then, after it’s all over, and he wants you no longer, you have to walk by him with a regained composure. You say a polite hello, smile, and pretend you don’t remember the way he’d draw circles on your arm afterwards, or rub his fingers through your hair, or brush his lips against your throat.
I don’t know. Maybe sex is an intimate thing.