our lingering romp

I awoke the next morning, nuzzling her pillow which filled me at once with the her fragrance, my love, the warmth of knowing I was where I wanted to be. As my eyes adjusted to the noonday sun, I breathed in the dank aroma of our lingering romp, the rich array of scents that spoke more memories than words can impart of our love. I heard Stephanie in the bathroom and smiled.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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