Me

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In a city of so many people, you catch glimpses of her everywhere. 

 

Search for her.

She's there across the platform, slivers of her flashing through the gaps of a train rushing by—blunt bangs, the graceful slant of dark eyes, and when she turns around, the delicious curve of her backside. She's there again a moment later, making her way up the stairs to emerge from the underground, visible for just a second before being swallowed into the crowd. She's so close you can almost touch her, and she's everywhere. 

 

Catch ahold of her.

Spin out sleep with her as desired, or draw out the whole day in easy loving, limbs slick with sweat and tangled beneath the sheets. Together with her, time ebbs and flows. Outside, the city rushes onward.

 Remember her.

Remember thigh pressed against thigh, your tongue buried between rosy lips, how desire shaped a thousand ways to love. She's your very own Remedia Amoris, your modern day elegiac girl.