Dance of touchesA Poem by VictorianaThey hold my hand and in return I arch my back and smile. Maybe they even get to land their hands on my waist? Dance of touches, They want to hold someone, and Am I not just a pretty thing to hold? I also care about making people happy - Lay your hand in mine or may you put it on my shoulder, but no more than that. Not now. You see, do not take it personally, I'm a little needy, little flaky and Just a little sad. I need a lot of you to make me laugh, Therefore you must take shifts... A job too big for just one person. Let me love all of you and laugh with All of you and in return, I will lean on you and let you warm me up.
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1 Review Added on September 25, 2016 Last Updated on February 21, 2017 Tags: youngwoman, woman, affairs, men, relationships, friendships, goodtimes Author
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