He's not all intimacy!

It’s such a simple thing to fall into somebody’s arms, to throw yourself into their bed, to learn the language of fingertips on skin. In sex, we can find ourselves or lose ourselves, long moments of free-floating bliss where nothing else exists except mouths and hands and the sounds clothes make as they shed. But the mere act of being with someone isn’t enough to satisfy me. Intimacy goes beyond sharing my body; I want to share my soul. From the couch, to the bed, out doors at a football game and even traveling the world together, there's that same old feeling, intimacy. His voice, when he makes a joke and he knows you'll like the punch line, the disappointment you'll feel even across phone lines, those rays of intimate energy. We have so gone away from being that spirit being after living so long in this shell that we've forgotten how we operate. We fall so short of happiness because of humanism. Now I am not saying go out and leave your boy...