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Raven

  The door to my room closed behind us. Candle-soft lights illuminated the grotto-like enclosure. Alone in Felipe's arms I gazed up into tranquil eyes of passion. Desire no longer ruled by the urgency of youth, complimented by past-life memories, was conveyed by the touch of his lips. The hesitance I felt from him, from myself was not born of inexperience. I sensed he, like myself, had been with many lovers over the eons and enjoyed most of them. This was a homecoming. We saw it from afar. Instead of going directly to the front door, we skirted the building and wandered through the surrounding forest until coming upon the door reserved for the closest friends.

  In the moment we lay nude upon the comforter I knew a moment of guilt. I planned to be with no other after Tad. I loved him so. It would always be true. But here was a love equally as pristine. Teased by longing, I kissed him again, pressing my breasts to his chest, our legs completing the embrace. Our hearts beat with a single rhythm

  With each lover the experience was different, unique in its unfolding. This difference was the same as before, once upon a time. I remembered him.

  I had missed the closeness, being held, holding someone, lovemaking laden with tenderness.

  "I missed you many lifetimes," he said. "So many times I searched, and you weren't there. Do you remember how it was in Maria's cottage by the Sea of Galilee? You had all that long hair, like you do now. You had silky skin, like you do now. The similarities are surprising."

  "You remember."

  "How could I not?"

  He spread kisses over my body, caressing me with his own.

  "Meow?"

  "What? Critter?" I said, feeling a very hairy body next to mine.

  "Meow."

  The cat nuzzled my shoulder and licked Felipe's ear. He broke out laughing.

  "So this is what they mean by getting a little pussy," he said.

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