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At dusk, a blink in the bedroom's gloom.
At that pair of blinks, my heart leaps.

Her eyes opened. I was dazzled.
My heart was laid bare. My mind burst.

She opened her eyes and embraced me.
The moment our eyes met, she embraced me.
No sooner did my heart leap than it was squeezed tight.

Occasionally, she would remove her clothes.
Saying it was hot, she would sometimes move away from me.
I felt a little cold. When she moved away.

But, the sight of her in progressively fewer clothes.
My head was spinning, and I couldn't quite comprehend.
But, I could feel the sensation of her touch.
It came through more clearly than before.

I found her to be so hot.

Her touching me so clearly. That made me very happy.
Her touching me to my very depths. That made me very happy.

However, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Her touching me so clearly, so deeply, makes me very happy.
But, the her who does so is a separate being from me.
When I realize that, a foreign object mixes into my happiness.
That I cannot become one single being with her.

But, perhaps it's precisely because I think that way.
Because I think that way, I want to touch her, and be touched by her.
Precisely because we are separate beings, I want to touch her, and be touched by her.