Moments in the Morning After - an older story

[lowkeyknight]

I wake at six and look at the woman beside me, she is dreaming, murmuring and snuffling to herself in her sleep. There is, to my mind, nothing quite so beautiful as a sleeping woman. I watch for a few minutes, taking in her features. Petit, with short black hair, elfin features now warped by sleep, bent by the few hours rest against the pillow but

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[silvertrumpet]

When lust dies love is born. Usually still-born.

[asiddburrn]

when Lust dies, its time to say you've been re-located- and exit- stage left