Big Hands

May 12, 2018

I feel the pull of your hands

Like the pull of an ocean current

Your hands are hungry for my touch

I don't allow them to grasp me just yet

Instead I playfully twirl around you

Like ballerinas black swan

You're patient with me until you're not

The angst finally gets to you

You pull me in to say you've won

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