Your Hands

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    Your Hands

    God where have your hands taken me?
    Im in a state of mind it's unreleasing..
    Your hands travel from my neck to my chest
    Im losing it each second I must confess.
    Your long fingers with soft skin
    Draw me closer until I just give in
    Its like a drug with your touch
    I've said no more, I've had too much.
    An obession with those hands of yours
    Its what I yearn when you walk thru the door
    How I can't wait to put a ring on your finger
    Until then that touch is what I scream for.

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    NayInLove commented on Your Hands

    02-13-2009

    girl you have a way with words! :)

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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