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There were times when I was the initiator. Something in his manner, His look, his words, his nearness Would trigger wantonness In me. It would rise up from Some secret place deep in my core Like a warm tropical sun Leaving me feverish with anticipation And…he would know, Giving me his special half-smile. Desire would fill those wonderful eyes. It’s a look that every woman...

Lately, when I catch you looking at me whether in bed after loving or any time, really, your countenance seems different in some way. Your beautiful eyes are a bit wider than usual, containing a hint of sadness, of melancholy, perhaps, and your luscious mouth, so often visited by my own, struggles to hold its shape,...