Baby fingers grabbed and curled around my pinky, hanging on and enjoying how we kept a vibrant sway to the music.
I need "I love you" translated into a language all of me can comprehend. So, grab me by the waist and kiss me as if my touch overwhelmed all your other senses, and I'll ever be yours.
The sudden grab lifted my heart and soul. Perhaps I had doubted before that I was wanted, needed and loved - in the touch of his hand I found the certainty I'd been needing.
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