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When We Meet

You brush against me supposing not to know, but a catch in your breath does surely show there’s an ache, a stirring somewhere below. Thus begins our foreplay, a prelude we know well for loving touches say more than words tell. It’s been that way since first in love we fell. Slowly, gently, Sweet, no need for haste, this sacred moment is too precious to waste. Our love is true, pure, and chaste. I love your fingers in my hair. . . your skin, soft and fair. . .the way you enfold me there. . .I love you everywhere. Yes, I truly love you my forever Sweet. And when I’m taken off my feet, brush again against me when next we meet.

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Date: 7/8/2020 9:19:00 PM
G'day Paul … very sensual verse indeed Paul - thank you - Lindsay
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 7/9/2020 1:19:00 PM
Thank you, Lindsay. Your kind words always lift my spirits, as do your superb story poems. Hugs, Paul
Date: 6/18/2020 12:02:00 PM
a beautifully sensual piece Paul:-) hugs jan xx
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Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/18/2020 9:33:00 PM
Thank you, Jan. Your comments never fail to send my spirits soaring--yes, up there with the eagles. Hugs, Paul