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The last time we made love, "The Wind" by Cat Stevens was playing on some movie that I'll forget about in 20 years. But I won't forget that. I remember crying holding your tear covered face as I entered you. It was over pretty quick and it fades me little by little now. But I remember it. My head lay on your breast and I could smell your skin and can still now feel the heat of your breath on my head as you stroked my hair. I don't remember the cadence of your heart beat but I remember the comfort and the want to hold on......that moment in October....naked as the day I was born...together again....if only for a brief second.....drifting......drifting...........