The Chase

*grins* draw your own conclusions.

She runs away but not to fast just barely letting me touch her.
She smiles at me a small soft laugh her hair flowing ‘round her shoulder.
Smiling with her I reach to touch my fingers glancing off her hair.
Shivering slightly she slows and turns soft blush gracing her features fair.
I reach for her then hold her close gently kissing her lovely face.
Never again so long a wait to feel her loving, soft embrace. November 5 1997

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