After a night of lovemaking, I awake to the empty space next to me.
Where have you wandered off to, my love?
I sniff your pillow and like a desperate foxhound, follow the scent of shea butter and hibiscus to the veranda.
You commune with the plants a level below. You’re wearing my T-shirt. I call your name, and my voice carries in the wind as you curl a loc behind your ear just in time to hear it.
“Be right up.”
How I want to kiss that mouth, unbutton that shirt, consume you again.
You take my breath away.
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