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Jan 2012
I touched your face.
Caressed it, oh so gently.
Shock waves ran from my
fingertips straight to my heart.
God! I loved the way
you closed your eyes,
opened them slowly with
admiration in them.
Then you'd smile and
my heart would skip and jump.
We'd rest our heads on each other,
forehead to forehead.
Just sitting there, silent.
As one.
Michael Bingoff
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Michael Bingoff  TN
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