Love lies next to me
His body old and worn
Yet the small of his back
Is soft and supple still
The fullness of his gray hair
Is ruffled by my hand
His arm swings easily over my breasts
We embrace once more before slumber
I drift away enwrapped in him
Love lies next to me


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Clare, 3 years ago, I was going through hell in a abusive (but thankfully short ) marriage and thought I'd never have this either. Keep hope and be open. (but watch out for con artists and gigelos.