Hands Around Your Waist
In the quiet of the evening's grace,
I long to hold you, feel your pace.
Let my hands be the belt that stays,
Wrapped around you in tender embrace.
Each touch, a promise softly spun,
A warmth beneath the setting sun.
I crave to feel your breath align,
With the rhythm of my heartbeat’s sign.
My fingers trace the curve so fine,
Of your waist, where our lives entwine.
Not just to hold, but to keep you near,
To whisper love that you can hear.
Let my hand be the tether, firm yet light,
Guiding you through the gentle night.
A silent vow in the soft moon’s glow,
That I’m here, and I’ll never let go.
For in the clasp of my tender hold,
Lies a story of love, still untold.
A touch that speaks what words can’t say,
That I’ll be here, always, every day.
So let my hand be the belt you wear,
A sign that I’ll always care.
Wrapped around you, in every way,
Holding you close, come what may.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
