He knew of her beauty
Familiar with every curve
He could feel the softness
He moved his hand as if she were there by him
He could smell her scent, flowery and strong
Hearing her voice, murmuring,
It all came back to him in a rush.
He imagined her hair, soft around her neck
He reached out as if to touch the curling tresses
The sheets, shining and slippery he knew well
Her body next to his, her lips on his neck
He felt the sensation, it was real again.
The man shook his head, trying to clear his mind. The dark glasses fell to the ground. He kneeled down, spreading his hands on the floor to find the opaque glasses that hid his blindness.
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The Bag Lady 
Wow, great story, Bag Lady! I loved it! 🙂
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Thank You C
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Thanks, Michael
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Excellent contribution to this week’s tale weaver dear Rugby, thanks so much, I very much enjoyed your response, you don’t have to see to appreciate beauty.
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