Midnight-dark hair flows like silk through my fingers. His skin burns against mine, and his kiss, tender in the aftermath of passion, is sweet. I feel his soft breath, quieting now, warm against my neck as his arms encircle me.
"Love you," he murmurs.
I turn to look into his storm-grey eyes, eyes that I have seen darken with desire, as slowly he falls into sleep, head resting on my shoulder.
I too am exhausted by our loving, but here, now, I want nothing but to lie in his gentle embrace.
I love you, my husband. You are my world.
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