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He hears you.
He sees you.
He sits beside you.
Sometimes her scent brings just enough momentary comfort, that he forgets…
Sometimes it’s enough, that the comfort feels just right.
It’s deserved.
It’s reward.
For…

At times he waits.
At times he lays awake.
He opens his eyes thinking that the moving shadow is her.
His ears receives distant shuffling with such startling fervor that he becomes anxious.
Anxiousness.
It’s welcomed because it makes him feel invincible and alive.
Trepidation.
It’s welcomed only in its undeveloped form.
Undeveloped emotion.
Undeveloped longing.
Undeveloped lust.
Undeveloped reasoning of intimacy and connection.
Intoxication bring out the truth.
It may be momentary but he revels in it.
He bathes in its light – so bright – that he is too stunned to react.
Reaction plays into a dissonant revelation of his own intuition.
His own rationale.
Do he bleed lust into his minds abstinence?

She sleeps.
He waits.
She wakes.
He hold still.