I allowed a few to hold my hand
Borrowed strength and warmth
But it was only your fingers
Which fitted perfectly in the gaps
As our hands clasped,
The bearing turned to lock
Just like a nut and a bolt
We are a pair
For my hands now belong
To someone I cannot see
Myself living without.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoetryMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
