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I feel her hand touching mine No
                   takes, doesn't hold     ,        just touches As if                  .

                                                                               .
                   speaks    ,      " *  I'm here  . You    are    .  *  This place           is
                                                                    "
                   is an island A gift from her Wedding And here everything
                                :
                                                           .
                               .
                   In other words There is no need to remind anyone           .
                                     .
                   main Because she gave it to him herself                              ,      and
                       -
                   That says it all. I turn to her
                               .
                   I don't say anything I just touch   .                            her cheek .

                   to her collarbone to her heart She closes her eyes She breathes                 ,
                                               .
                                   ,
                   quietly As if everything she had been waiting for               was this
                                                   .
                                                                                       .
                                                    ,
                           .
                   moment To be allowed A light kiss                            ,
                   Warmth Slow touch on the shoulders Fingers slide                         .
                                                                 .
                                .
                                                                      .
                   on the thigh     not as a team but as a continuation
                            .
                                                            ,
                   thoughts of the Body find each other Gently Without              .
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