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The Kisses in the Moonbeam
They were quiet until they came to the edge of the Tuileries Garden, dark and mysterious in the moonlight. He tugged her hand and she followed him trustingly deeper into the chestnut trees.
He cupped her face in both hands, having leant his cane against the tree trunk.
As he stooped towards her, he whispered, "Say no."
She only giggled and lifted her arms to his shoulders as the first touch of his lips brushed gently over her cheek. The next kiss was on the lips. The third was hers, on his large nose. The fourth was a passionate meeting.
Chestnut, #67