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He left before the morning light

His scent, lingered, in the air

She wrapped herself around it

To ease the chill, her body, bare

Private thoughts invaded

Her mind was set on fire

He was all she wanted near

He was her one desire

Yet, sitting alone, she pondered

Was her love for him misled?

Perhaps, she would just have to settle

For memories of him, in her bed


February Writing Prompt: Intimate Endeavors – Day 4/28

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