I just want to touch her, feel her. Caress her hand. Rub her neck and shoulders.
Whisper softly in her ear, of how I love her. Run my hands through her hair.
Gently massaging my fingertips into her scalp. The scent of her fragrant shampoo
radiates from her flocculent bronzen hair. Thoughts, not of lust, but of solace
and ardor. She turns to face me. We clasp hands. No spoken words present. Scanning
each other's eyes, gazing farther into our souls. I reach up and tenderly stroke
her creamy cheek with the back of my hand. With a gentle kiss to her forehead, and a
reassuring hug, we end our walk under the stars. No need for any animalistic, lustful
sexual relations. We need not even speak. Just sharing our feelings at that moment
together, we share in our love by listening closely to the unspoken words.
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