Watching him, was one of her favourite occupations.
She would watch him as he walked around the house -
after his shower, his towel wrapped around his waist, and looking sexy in it,
putting on his sarong, sighing and humming as he did so.
She became a connoisseur of his body - transfixed, obsessed even;
She needed his company, his reassurance, his presence.
All day he was different, his numerous moods transforming his look,
and she followed them, indeed lived in them, as a woman irrevocably in love with a man.
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