Gentle Feminine Hands, Ballistic Poem by Ken e Hall

Gentle Feminine Hands, Ballistic



So so gentle feminine hands,
yours,
Touch my body,
my heart attacks
My senses,

I have to swallow to
Help to breathe a deeper breath,
Chemistry urges my lips
to softly kiss
your full lips,

Our feelings go ballistic.
We seem to launch
into the heavens
Floating in space,
Houston we have connected,

No problem...

Love is in command.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 07 August 2011

The space technology needs a cowboy from TX to cattle the fodder for missile to fly agile..

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Ken e Hall

Ken e Hall

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