After all this time
She should be
An old hand
Used to it by now
But ever now and then
She just has to
Buckle down
Rearrange things
Create the night
Dinner for one
Glass of wine
Chick flick
A good book
Hot bath
Few words
One last sip
Another taste
Then, finally
She can slide
Underneath the covers
Almost naked
Still wet
Completely alone
And sleep
Holding on
To pillows and dreams
As if they would come true
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I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.
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