'Hey' she said, an obvious smile in her voice as he showed up out of the blue and leaned over her.
I saw her hand caressing his arm, in the most natural of ways.
Tiny hands, thin fingers. Nails long, blunt cut and painted.
Her fingers gently weaving a story on his skin with supple ease of motion
I stood there a few feet behind them, unmoving
and for a brief moment, all I could think was
"Those were the hands that touched him; that's the touch he felt"
Though he's now mine, he was once hers 
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