By the Fire
Waiting for your words.
Searching for similarities.
Sameness, connection.
Feeling it unfold inside me, welcoming it.
Warmed by the heat of your fire.
Trading secrets, laughing.
A gentle hand, and then another, and another.
Feint breath on skin, the whispered caress of lips.
Eyes, mouth, neck, curves, eyes again.
Together, like we had never been apart.
Wanting never to be again.
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