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Mar 2019
Lush emerald hills and sooty old cities
Cathedrals that never lock their doors
The ocean breeze tasted salty
and smelled faintly fishy
Patio restaurants dotted the road
I wandered aimlessly
Yet eventually a destination
found me at our coffee shop
I ordered a cappuccino.
And sent a text
I waited for you to arrive
Moments later you slid into the
seat opposite me.
We both smiled
Pushing my cup
I offered you a drink of my coffee.
A simple, small act of intimacy thatΒ felt as huge as inviting you into my bed.
You took a sip and then youΒ took me.
Together we spent the afternoon and evening exploring peaks and valleys we had visited many times before
Loving never gets old
Deb Jones
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Deb Jones  F/California
(F/California)   
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