John comes to me in the dead of night. He smells of work, his suit, the way I used to smell when I held a coorporate office many years ago. Good, exciting work. He covers my mouth with his and kisses me out of sleep. He turns the bedside lamp on after he has …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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