Making love was something that Martier soon began to equate to the creation of a poem. The feelings blossomed and bloomed within her, taking her on a journey where the world around them disappeared. The universe became the feel of Tim's body covering hers and her reciprocating kisses and touches. She was the moon and he was the sun and nothing else mattered. This is love. This is how I love you, she thought as she matched his movements as if being taught a strange foreign dance. ...