As I make love to my wife, I feel her hands glide over my skin, her warm breath on my neck, but in my mind I am no longer me. I am another man, a stranger, someone she doesn't really know. I move with a different confidence, with desires that don't seem to be mine. Her gaze searches for mine, but inside me there stirs an identity that I don't control. Is it a mind game or a hidden truth? Maybe I want to be someone else, or maybe I'm afraid that the real me is no longer enough.
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