My Dark Materials: TURN ON THE LIGHTS

He´s coming home tonight...He has been away for so long, but he still remembers her like the first day. Her dark hair with stars in it...Her soft curves and bright skin. Her corners and hidden places only he knew. He remembers her map, that star map that has guided him through rough seas..no waves can stop him, no storms, no broken bones. He must get to her. Her eyes a beacon in the dark. Her hands a soft reminder of a endless breeze..He arrives home but can´t see her. "She must be around" he thinks..." We just talked over the phone"...Then he hears her. A soft calling, like a shewolf in the distance, he follows her scent. An animal on the hunt..he watches closely every move in the shadows of the living room, in the corners of the restroom...nothing, but he feels her closer than before... Then he gets to the room...he sees nothing and asks "Turn on the lights..." There, all over the white sheets she lays, her body an amazon, her skin a boiling map of unexplored pleasures. Now the voyage made sense, now the sweet hide and seek game took its meaning. The lights come on and there´s nowhere to hide...

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