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She spoke to me quite openly, about aspects of her life
and episodes…
Sometimes I met her eyes, sometimes her eyes looked down
in hesitance…

We’d kissed. I’d held her hands, and helped her with her dress –
the zip was kind…
Her oral skills were wonderful, at least as good as mine:
hungry;  practiced…

Her touch was soft, her body firm.  I actively adored her slender frame…
We promised more
explosive exploration;  while traceries of sound, of painted filaments 
connected us…

Our lives just touched, briefly ~ rich lives, we’ve led in parallel ~
with benefits…

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