My lover, beautiful in a regal sort of way, touches

me with warmth and compassion, though no longer

with the desire she once felt. I know her and I love

her, but I miss her and the strong way we held each

other, the desire of our bodies swaying together,

coming, vibrating in the moment. It was as if

everything else disappeared, as if nothing existed

outside that moment, as if the desire we felt,

the coming was all that we needed. Everything else

melted into the background, became invisible,

unimportant. We were all that we needed.

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