Your Scent is On My Pillow

This piece resonated with me, and I urge you to read it — as well as the rest of the Weekly Erotic Tales blog. Fabulous stuff.

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Long distance relationships give us a hunger that people who live close together will rarely know. You can’t simply drive over to see them or arrange to meet in town. Skype is the backbone of your relationship. That hunger for them, for their every touch, their kisses, the scent of them – it becomes intense, a longing when you are apart. This poem is about the first night after you part when you are surrounded by reminders of that person.

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