Saturday, January 08, 2005

Last Night

I can hardly believe that you are leaving tomorrow. I don't know when I will see you next.

We spent an hour or so making love this afternoon and although it was wonderful, that is not what I am interested in tonight. Tonight, just hold me. Let me lie small and quiet, nestled under your shoulder. Let me stroke your chest and stomach, you legs and feet, not because I want to fuck you (although I do) but simply because I love them. I want to remember them: memories for the long, lonely months ahead.

Just put your arms around me, my love, and sleep, and I will watch over you.


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