preservation

Sometimes you want to preserve a moment.

A nice night. A delicious dinner, even better sex, followed by a shower together. Quiet reading side by side, bodies touching. The smile that creeps across his face as I rub my hand on his freshly shaven cheek.

The way he looks in his new reading glasses, blankets pulled up to his waist, smelling of soap and man. Skin still slightly damp.

I want to keep this moment in my mind, to pull up any time I need to.

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