I watch him as he sleeps. He spreads himself across the bed, with no regard for modesty. I pull the cover gently up to cover his nakedness, exposed.
I stop, I take him into all of my senses.
My eyes see the colours of him; his hair like the subdued flame seen in the glow of embers, his skin touched by gold; lean, sculpted form.
My ears remember the cries and the moans, and now hear his soft, slow breathing.
I smell his maleness, and the sweet scent of our passion lingers. I ache between my loins. I ache for Maitimo.
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