To the point of distraction.

She's on top of him,
naked,
about to get dressed
and leave.

She is emotional
tears shining in her eyes 
telling him 
how much she loves it when they are together.

Christmas tree lights
the only light in the room,
little electric radiator
keeping their nest warm and cozy.

''Let me get a picture of you'', he asks.
''If you could only see that face of yours 
the way I see it,
in that light...''

''Flattering?'', she asks.
''Peach-cream perfect skin'', he answers back.

And once again
she reminds herself
why she loves that man,
madly,
to the point of distraction...
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