His HandsA Poem by Monday ParkerI am waiting for him to Walk into my house His tall strong build Filling the dimly lit space of My living room Makes my body pulse To know his hands will Soon be on me His solid thick hands Will soon be slowly circling my Bare body My entire being responds Just to the idea Of him touching me I can’t wait to see how His hands affect me.
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Added on August 14, 2019 Last Updated on August 14, 2019 Author
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