“And in the palm of your hand rests your lover’s cheek. And through her eyes comes a gift of love meant only for you. And in those silent moments, beneath the business of your bedsheets, is the time to reveal vulnerable things… Women hurt, men’s dreams die, we destroy what we love and what loves us. We become as human as human can be, and push away the night and pity, shame and time. We take greedily and give gingerly. Can we stay, should we stay, will this moment last forever? Legs like kindling alight. Two become one. Take what you can now while the children sleep, and adore every star outside that sparkles coolly. The smallest fire on the deepest night is like an inferno to sad, lost men in need of light. Enjoy what you have, give, what you have, embrace what you have before the fire expires. Hold this memory with you in your darknest moment, “I was loved, I gave love, and I became part of something greater than myself if only for a single moment.”
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