Sunday, 16 April 2017

Take My Hand

Take my hand, what do I feel,
Tingles that are surreal,
A warmth to treasure forever
Guiding me through stormy weather.
Kiss my lips expressively so,
And go sensationally slow;
Squeeze me with all of your might,
And look into my eyes with your sight.

See me look back with a passion,
Giving you my fervent attention;
Hug me tighter and I'll reciprocate,
And with loving words we can supplicate
Our wills, thrills, wants and desires
Expressively so without any denials.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/04/2017

A sonnet.

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