🍁💚With her eyes closed she felt him coming.
He could smell him...
he would have recognized him among a thousand.
The body tense,
impatient.
She waited for the touch of those hands,
she just wanted those lips on his skin.
It was an endless wait.
During the day they passed each other in the world that passed around them,
visible and yet hidden.
But at night...
at night they looked for each other.
They were.
They touched each other.
They lived.
They exhausted themselves.
Greedy.
Never satisfied.
In the morning they were left with the taste on their lips,
a trail of perfume and a footprint on the pillow...
💚💖💗💕💘💓💞💝
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