Still between my legs, he looks down into my eyes. "What are you thinking?" he asks.

Oh my! I'm thinking how good he feels inside of me. I'm thinking how astonishing it is that we can give each other such pleasure. He moves deep inside, and I think about that, about how one day I might feel our baby - his baby - moving inside. About how my body accepts him, eagerly welcomes him, can create new life. I wonder if a man can ever understand that kind of intimacy.

Aloud, I say, "I'm thinking how much I love you."