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Starting as a distant ping in my universe
Engaging each sense separately, not all at once
Eyes search, ears tuning to your familiar melody
Your scent confused with meadow blooms
My heart beat quickens at the sight of you
Drumbeat crescendos from your touch
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The Bag Lady 
That touch certainly gets the heart beating
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Thanks for reading
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What a wonderful music for love that drumbeat is
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Very titillating, Cheryl. So lovely!
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A perfect way to describe that feeling of excitement…”Drumbeat crescendos from your touch”.
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Thank you!
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Love as a felt beat, the season, the timing, the drumbeat of life.
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I both feel and hear the drum beat of your poem thank you
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Thank you for reading
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I like the “Drumbeat crescendos” from the touch.
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So would I 😆
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