His eyes follow every curve and dip of her silhouette Memorizing the texture of her skin, soft to touch and memory Lingering along the edges of her bathrobe Which clings to her feminine frame. His eyes sweep into her hair His fingers curl by his side, mimicking the evenings past Tumbling down her shoulders, almost floating as she moves His eyes find the ceiling for a steadying moment.
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