The most erotic zone is the imagination. It allows one to enter another world where one creates the characters, the scenarios that take one everywhere.
What would a symbiotic fusing of souls be like if 50+ years had lapsed without contact?
That is the question I ponder in the imaginative follow-up to a previous book, Lingering Love.
Michelangelo once said, "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
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