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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exquisite Tactile Joy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love it when you stroke my back, <br>I feel like purring like a cat, maybe <br>I am, goose-bumps are running down <br>my spine, I wish I could lie in your lap <br>forever, your hands absentmindedly <br>caressing my back – the TV, the great <br>estrangement factor, curtailing con-<br>versation, maiming imagination - will <br>become a source of joy; the joy of <br>physical contact</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whether you’re watching cricket or <br>rugby, a sitcom or Discovery, as long<br>as I can rest my head on you while you<br>massage my back, I’m happy; it doesn’t <br>matter whether we have something to <br>talk about, as long as we have physical <br>contact – you make my nerves contract <br>in the joy of soft, rhythmic stroking mo-<br>vements; afterwards you can ask me <br>anything and you’ll get it, because </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=551882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You gave me such exquisite tactile joy!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Louise+Tredoux">Louise Tredoux</a></strong></div>