It was the first time in years that we saw each other anew.
As you sat listening to music, I snuck up behind you;
and I wrapped my arms around your shoulders, being such a flirt.
The chocolate velvet of my dress against the cotton of your shirt.
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Those unpretentious cenematic tendencies are for real here. You are right, love as a journey begins with a step, then the step multiplies itself into diagnostic searches. But a very very holy person will have to sum up courage to get to the end of your poem. I became totally human after reading this. Many thanks Linda!