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He is with her always.

The man who sets her butterflies to life,

who whispers a warning when his eyes catch hers,

and elicits a contented sigh every time his arms engulf her.

Even as the sky falls into its ebony darkness,

the shadow lingers.

As she sleeps, he hovers over her.

In the early morning as she stirs,

he is gazing down at her.

She makes her morning coffee,

and recalls the deep serenity found across his knee,

the scintillating sensation of his hot hand,

 and the radiant joy of his touch.

The shadow.

Faceless.

Nameless.

Waiting to take form.

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https://www.amazon.com/author/maggiecarpenter

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