Hands

those hands

the way they hold me when we kiss

tge wa they tingle me into bliss

the way they tell me to get frisk

those hands

they tell me everything

 

your hands

the ones I will bring to lips

the ones I need, the ones I miss

the ones I write about like this

your hands

they hold everything

This poem is about: 
Me

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