SOFT HANDA Poem by Wannabewriter16LOVE
Soft hands
Soft as feathers you hands brush against my face. Over my lips to the back of my neck pulling me in. For overtime that you do that my heart skips a beat for you. The touch of your hand against my skin sends this weird feeling through me. How could just the touch of your hand do this? Anyone in the world would never understand this feeling unless they were in love with someone. Nothing can stop the way I feel when your hands touch me. Don’t ever stop baby girl. Something inside of me starts burning and I cannot stop it.
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