The sky is an indigo blue blanket decorated with a million jewel-like stars.  It wraps our spent, naked bodies in perfect solitude and serenity.  The sound of water gently slapping against the bulkhead, the only intrusion into our romantic repose.  I feel the slow, even breath of you, the warmth of your skin where it touches mine, your eyes holding me as much as your arms.  Suspended in time and space, we are all there is in the universe.  Nothing else exists in the aftermath of our passion.

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