They lie in bed.
One on the left.
One on the right.
She closes her eyes.
Tight.
Shutting everything out.
He closes his.
Slowly.
He doesn’t have to try so hard to shut out the noise.
He’s always been more in control than her.
She can feel him.
Next to her.
Etching closer to her until their noses touch.
He can smell her clearly now.
The bittersweet mix of floral perfume on her neck and tobacco on her breath.
It draws him in.
She leans into him.
Submitting.
Her body.
Her mind.
She gives it all to him.
Nothing else matters now.
Every part of her is focused on him.
His touch.
His unique, achingly beautiful touch.
He’s touching her.
Gently.
Lovingly.
Caresses up her thigh.
Caresses past her hips to her waist.
Her stomach draws in.
She exhales onto his lips.
An invitation.
So subtle.
So clear.
Her eyes are fluttering now.
Consciousness setting in.
Unwillingly, her eyes start to open.
She looks around.
He’s not here.
She’s not there.
He is there.
She is here.
Separated.
Physically.
Separated by an ocean.
But bound by love.
Spiritually conjoined.
She.
He.
We.
They.
Us.
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**Title: Lust in Dante’s Inferno by Gustave Dore
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