Crinkled sheets sit beneath our two bodies.
Beside us, there is a soft crackle as some old record spins, somehow still hanging on beneath all of the scratches it has endured in however many years. It is resilient, unmovable. The tracks it plays are still just as beautiful. However much it’s been through to get here, it’s here now.
We lie inches away from one another, and our locked eyes reflect our intertwined souls, existing in a world only of each other. One of my hands gently placed inside hers, the other is left to softly trace along her sweet skin. She is blessed by Aphrodite, and I exist for nothing more than to utterly devote myself to her.
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