Contrast of flaccid flesh lay in the palm of her hand
Basking in the comfort of its warmth
Her head lay comfortably still on my chest
While she listen to the slow rhythmic rhythm of my heart beats
Her voice whispered questions
That search the conscious of my deep thoughts
Her hand begain to roam the soft flesh of my flaccidity
Disturbing its peaceful state
All this was her quiant way of asking me
Was my love for her as strong as before
My answer?
Stronger....
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