Lover

The air is rich with the smells of spice and cooking meat... I stand at the door, rocking gently between cool shadow and the drowsy heat of an early morning sunbeam. My heart beats against his body, pressed firm and close... a gradual cadence merging with his rhythmic, rumbling breath. My blood rushes in my ear-loud, insistant, muting all sounds but ours-created by the angle of my neck as it is bent, breastward, burying my face in his long warm fur.
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