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I enjoyed making love to you last night.

I enjoyed holding you close to me and feeling
The softness of your skin blend with mine
As it had so many times before.

Your hair was different than I recall -
A bit blonder, perhaps
And a contented lifestyle may have added
A pound or two
Here and there
I don't care.

Surely you could sense how I'd missed you
By how I kissed you
And touched you
And clung to you.

I knew it was you

Even though you looked at me strangely
As I whispered your name
I wasn't fooled.

I knew it was you because
It was your name on my lips
And your voice in my ear
And your thoughts in my heart.

I don't know why you looked at me so strangely
In the early morning light
Or why you left so quickly
Without turning without speaking

But I know you'll come back. You always do.

Your hair may be a different color
Perhaps you'll change perfume.
Perhaps I may not notice
As you walk into the room.

But as I lay beside you,
One fact will still hold true
That, every time that I make love,
I'll be making love to you.