IN US...

A wisper on my skin. A cold blow in my body , a presence

  in my senses. In the winter of us, there is solitude.

Absence of fight, of strong passions and in its wake, remains

 of long loving. Perspiration , sweet murmurs that ecoe in the

night. A smell that lingers in the bodies spread in the bed.

Love in its true form.  Basic...True...


The End

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