I gaze into blue depths as your fingertips run lightly down my cheek. Gently, I grasp your wrist, turn your hand, and kiss the palm, still looking into your eyes.
You sigh, eyelids descending. “Hmm,” you whisper, “I feel I’ve been waiting a lifetime for that.”
“Me too,” I murmur and pause. Then: “Fact is, I seriously wondered whether it would ever be possible.”
“You did?” you ask, eyes opening.
“Didn’t you?”
“Uh uh... I knew we would meet one day.”
You smile fleetingly. Wistfully, you add: “I must go home soon,” and turn on to your back. “Come, sweetheart, love me again.”
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