Hands Hold Promise
There is a wait I feel when wanting,
I can reach out and touch my desire,
that which she holds,
with her magic, a mystique, a look,
will turn me upside down or find a position
for her pleasure.
I would flip my world in order to meet the conditions
of caressing the hand that will certainly
grace her own lovely skin.
I would if I could be the response to a touch
almost spiritual in a manner,
whereby two people in love will explore every region
knowing soon they can find a way to delve further.
I will if I can find patience to wait with smile,
so my cheek may rest soft in the palm of her hand.
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