I dreamt of him once; it seems an age ago. his skin against my skin; the smell of his musk and his warm breath against my neck. Years later he returned, this time as flesh & bone and I held on for dear life as I knew our time was short. Time is slowly erasing the memory of his face, but the dream...
ah the dream remains an enchantment.

 

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