For a moment the kiss is gentle, careful - I'm so conscious of my not knowing, of his knowing - and then he utters a sound so low in his throat that it may be a cry of need or perhaps sorrow muffled against my mouth. Then we're not longer gentle, and I no longer care that I don't know what I'm doing because I know.

-Rosaria Munda

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