In the warmth of her bed she could sense traces of the previous night. Traces of a love seeking its own fulfillment, yet magically stopping short of that last step, maintaining the everlasting tension that makes them yearn for each other. She carries the memory with her and feels his arms around her slender waist, supporting her with the power of a real embrace, for it only brings forth the power that lies deep within her.

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  1. hi,

    i am wendy from china.

    it was so great of meeting you and had a good talk.

    i sent 2 emails to you.

    I read the article “in the park” you had recommended. it seems the samilar style as yours esp. in this post you just wrote.

    keep contact.


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