Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames . The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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