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The Morning After
She smells of the lake and the fire, and of outdoors and faintly of what we did last night.
She looks the same, but she's not. She's beautiful and relaxed and amazing.
She looks at me now, her eyes soft and knowing. She looks at me with love.
He holds me with strong arms, tender arms, a man's arms.
He kisses me gently, wildly, sweetly. He's still a boy at heart, but living in a man's body.
He touches me with tenderness, with reverence, and with a shy skill that leaves me breathless and amazed.
We are bound now. Forever.