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Intimate simplicity

You brush my hair 
With gentle strokes
Smoothed over by your hand
You lift the locks up from my neck
Divide it in three strands
Then braid it loosely down my back
A dark and shiny plait
You kiss my shoulder tenderly
As we anticipate
I turn around to see your face
The words can be unsaid
You take my hand
As if to dance
And lead me to the bed.

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