Take My Hand

Take my hand, what do I feel –

Nice tingles that are surreal,

A warmth to treasure forever

Guiding me in stormy weather.

Kiss my lips expressively so

And duly go sensationally slow;

Squeeze me with all your might,

Gaze 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,

With nice words we can supplicate

Our wills, thrills, wants and desires

Expressively so without any denials.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/04/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.