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I love…
…your soft touch, expressive manner and loving ways. Your hug has become a delicious treat to me and a kiss is the cherry on top of that delicacy.

Taken from “From June to December” by Summer Villanelle
You know exactly what to do—
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh—
I think of little else but you.
It’s bliss to have a lover who,
Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh—
You know exactly what to do.
But is it love? And is it true?
Who cares? This much I can’t deny:
You know exactly what to do;
I think of little else but you.

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The Endless Melody

I love…
…the way you gently touch me.  My favorite is when you softly and slowly stroke my back sometimes we are standing close and talking. 

“Love’s Touch” by Peaches
Love’s touch is a warm feeling in your heart,
The endless melody playing in your mind.
It’s the skip in your heartbeat
When you’re with your true love.
I feel love’s touch when I’m with you.
I hear the endless melody
When I’m in your warm embrace.
My heart skips a beat
When I feel your tender lips against mine.
I feel love’s touch whenever I’m thinking of you.
You are, to me, love’s touch.

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Worthy, Prized and Loved

I love…
…the tenderness of your touch and how softly your fingers stroke my hands and face.  You make me feel worthy, prized and loved.

From “The Things He Said to Her” by Richard Whitman
I love
The heart of you,
So tender;
The mind of you,
So broad and strong…
I love you
For the way
You look into my eyes,
Sailing your very self
Into the harbor of my longing.

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Seemed to Mean So Little

I remember…
…when we were in Eastern Europe at the conference I attended and how you put a chair up on the bed so you could more easily see the frozen lake winter scene out the hotel window.   
 
From “The First Day” Christina Rossetti, 1830 – 1894
I wish
I could remember the first day,
First hour,
First moment of your meeting me;
It seemed to mean so little,
If only now
I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand!

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Winged Messenger of Heaven

I remember…
…how it felt when we washed our hands together like you showed me.  The wonderful sensations of your touch on my hands and then my turn with yours will always linger in my memory.  

Romeo and Juliett by William Shakespeare
Romeo speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

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