Middle of night, absolute silence. Here I feel the absence, the chill in the bed beside me, seek to chase it away. Fingers graze and
It’s something in the sounds that breaks my control. The break of breath, that little whine that’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Somewhere
She undid my composure by the light of the setting sun, an explosion of colors her backdrop, the rhythm of the ocean her music. By
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I claim her as mine in little slivers of time. In the moment when her breath catches at the slide of my fingers down her