This was a higher form of intimacy, not like the intimacy experienced by lovers who when undress in front of each other are aware of each other’s nakedness, it was hidden so deep in the consciousness that it was beyond the bounds of awareness. At this level intimacy is not stimulating, it is soothing; and not identifiable even by absence of partner (Don't lovers miss each other?), except for that subtle sense of something always pleasantly nagging you like an imaginary musk.
-Pulastye
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