…so difficult to savor, to capture the Ecstasy of Her

clinging to her and knowing it was fleeting...

…and yet clinging to her harder still…

...and harder still...

...what's left now...

...a trace of an embrace...

...a whiff of kissed skin...


...a fantasy, all over again...

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