![]() UnsatisfiableA Poem by devon
The way you always laid
Your hand next to my own Caused an unsatisfiable urge to See our fingers Entwined. The way your fingertips Kiss my flesh Makes me wonder how It would feel if your lips Were next.
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Added on April 3, 2013Last Updated on May 8, 2013 Author
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