I rushed in our rendezvous,
waiting till dawn,
waiting all night for you!
You came!
Saying no words.
I understand!
His hands are hotter than mine.
(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval
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Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
