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22:35; Wren Rd; East toward the city.
After flipping through a fast chicane and cresting a rise, my eyes turn upward…
A 3/4 moon glides above the horizon.
Turning to face me, a genuine, wicked smile shines…
Red and rising, the orb caresses the city lights.
Demure and wanton, sliding into our bed.
Valley lights radiate the half-glow of burnt amber.
Silhouette shimmering before me, tiny flames lick upward.
Mind… slow, mesmerized, by the moment.
Attention wholly focused on the body before me.
Her curves and warmth, gaze and loving caress.
Devour the moment, the passion, the taste of her flesh.
Lost in ecstasy…
A cruel wind whips a dust cloud into my eyes…
Blinking hard, she is gone.
The memory. The moment. The fantasy.
Vanished…
as quickly as she appeared.
Time to re-focus on my task… as I upshift and pass 80.
