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His Hands A Poem
His Hands A Poem His hands were large And they were strong I felt like they could hold a lot But could also be quite delicate. At our first meeting I had to reach out And hold them in mine. It was a moment I will remember A moment etched in my mind. I don't think I have ever had such a reaction Upon meeting a man, It was definitely a unique occurrence. Later on they did much more, They felt the most intimate part of me. And it felt magnificent. If ever a set were defined as good, His hands would be there in a picture. And if ever I wished to be held forever, I would want those hands holding me, To be his. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Concise, stark yet whole, beautiful Bravo my lady ! Cheers - P
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I would have thought he would make time for you. Such a shame that those hands never delivered the coconut oil massage you wanted.
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My hands should really be bigger. I would look very strange, I swear. Some parts will make you snigger. I have big feet, like a clown there.
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5/25/2018 9:26 am |
you write such beautiful poetry from the heart
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