Enveloping the soul
Some mornings, when I drive, I get this strange feeling coming over me.
Like, I am holding a woman while I drive. I feel her arms around me, her warm skin against mine, her kisses on my lips.
It's not that I can't explain it (I can't), but I don't want to.
It's just there.
Namaste
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