On the Meaning of Love

It was an age when these things could happen. I began
by touching her hand, softly, caressing it. I began
by kissing her. I kissed her with my lips
on her mouth. It was inventive. I opened my lips

onto her mouth. I made it clear that I enjoyed this
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