Excerpts from my upcoming novel

As she saw him constantly, she had become accustomed to his voice, his gestures, his person, as you get used to those who, we were almost continually live. He talk to her of the charming words, pressing her hands, kissing them. She could feel the warmth of his skin and his breath.

Gradually he embraced her in his arms, kissing her cheeks, she did nothing to escape him. He brushed her lips without a kiss. It was a moment of happiness hyperacute and superhuman, magical, sincere. She loved him, she didn't want, but true. He knows, she knows, they knew it.

He had found his wife lost, in another time, his wife forgotten, calumniated by all. She told him everything, even the fear she had. They spent long hours together exalted love, where souls alone hugging. Then they would separate, excited, defaulting feverish.

Their lips brushed against sometimes, they enjoyed the caress passionate but chaste.

He guessed the struggles of her heart. Their mouths at all times repel and to be found immediately. Touching her hand, he felt. "That's her," he said. He began to talk in hushed tones, tender and gallant, cradling that soul who in past he had loved with all his heart.

She listened without answer. She saw him, there was no other man in the world, and her ears trembled when these three words: "I love you," he said to her, kissing her hand.

It was him, who pressed her chest against his heart, it was him, who threw on her lips, those caresses victorious. It was him, that she hugged, that she embraced, she called him the breath of her heart.

It was him, her husband she loved so much. It was he whom she loved strongly today, as she had loved him in another life, of a deep love. The sensations they were feeling without even practicing the sexual act, said a lot about their true love, a universal cosmic love.

Karole McDowell 2010 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.

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