It's raining softly outside.
Their nest is nice and cozy.
Their Sanctuary.
Lit by a single purple candle only,
and the light of the little electric radiator
buzzing away.
They are snuggling under the warm blankets
cuddling,
holding hands and chatting.
The warm afterglow of love.
''You are probably the only man
in the history of mankind
who's more tender before
rather than after bedding a woman!'', she jokes.
''You'd be surprised, foxy.''
''If you don't have feelings for her,
you feel like kicking her out of bed
as soon as it's over'', he jokes back.
Their three-hour bliss is almost up.
Enough to sustain them.
Until next time....
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