Hands

Hands

A Poem by Noah William

She touched my face
with her quavering hands.
They were indescribably soft.

Rush of blood in my cheeks
Goosebumps

She approached closer
Leand her lips on my ear
And whispered : „Come with me!“

Her velvet voice
made my body 
want her even more.

She took my hand
looked me straight into eyes
and just smiled.

© 2013 Noah William


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Added on April 24, 2013
Last Updated on April 24, 2013

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Noah William
Noah William

Medellín, Colombia, Croatia



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I'm a 29 year-old chef from Zagreb, Croatia. I love to drink a lot of coffee, smoke, draw, write, sing, play my guitar, go out, dance... more..

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