HandsA Poem by Noah WilliamShe 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.
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Added on April 24, 2013 Last Updated on April 24, 2013 AuthorNoah WilliamMedellín, Colombia, CroatiaAboutI'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..Writing
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