*Please have a moment to get inside the scenario by listening to the song On The Nature Of Daylight by Max Ritcher ([spotify link here](https://open.spotify.com/track/56oReVXIfUO9xkX7pHmEU0?si=UnV5oE6lR7yalwNHmwWVqg))
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I was lost in my thoughts trying to replay how every brushstroke in the paiting I was seeing was made by the painter, picturing the way his hands moved, wondering.
*Was he gentle? Was he angry? Was he sad? Was he… in love?*
Everything seemed possible, it was such a magnificent piece and I was completely mesmerized by its beauty. I wanted to go back in time and meet the painter. That’s when I felt someone getting closer to me, I could feel him breathing against my neck.
I just stood still and he whispered:
“In each movement that I made with the brush, each brushstroke I did it thinking about how I would like to caress your skin if I had you in front of me. How I would gently touch your soft skin with the tips of my fingers, how I would make you shiver under my touch, and I know you can feel that, my love”
I was trying to breath and keep steady while this mysterious deep voice was talking to me in the most gentle still sensual manner like I have never heard before.
He gently stroked my bare left arm with his fingers and continued talking to me softly
“I thank the Lord for giving me the gift of finally seeing you. And I admire his most divine creation that is now standing right in front of me”.
For a couple of minutes I enjoyed his dazzling presence, I know it was him. The one whom my soul always called for…
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mwpdyv/meeting_your_soulmate_in_the_museum_fiction_f_pov