A kind of Juliet

And then he touched her. The slightest touch. In the briefest of moments. A whisper of skin on skin. His hand brushing lightly against hers. But it was enough. Her cheeks warmed and her hand tingled. In that moment she wanted to look up at him But knew that she would reveal a secret love. So the touch remained secret too. A whisper of skin on skin in a crowded room, A sign that she was his only one. It was enough To electrify her soul And make her heart cry out

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