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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Kissed Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no hint that he<br>would take my hand<br>and there plant a kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There was no warning<br>that it would tingle first<br>and rush to my very center; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>the brush of soft lips<br>I think<br>the unusualness, <br>the velvety breath<br>those eyes of his<br>looking up as he placed<br>his mouth there lingering<br>which too<br>caused another rush<br>rudding my cheeks<br>to crimson hue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one kisses hands these days<br>but he did; <br>and I so suprized I almost curtised<br>but flummoxed instead I<br>placed my hand<br>on his adoring cheek<br>planting there<br>my own kiss; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a gesture proffered<br>but meantime he<br>took my hand<br>and placed it upon his other cheek-<br>a startling match between hand and kiss<br>was all it took<br>for romance to begin-<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no matter how far any romance might go-<br>because in love<br>much is to be said for perfect beginnings<br>and small gestures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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would take my hand
and there plant a kiss.


There was no warning
that it would tingle first
and rush to my very center; 


the brush of soft lips
I think
the unusualness, 
the velvety breath
those eyes of his
looking up ..."></div>
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