When These Hands- Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver
When These Hands-
When These Hands-
Reach out to you, yours
remain at your side,
eyes don’t blink
what do you think?
My hands need to roam-
over your face and lips,
chest and back.
Oh how they dislike
not being liked!
When hands can’t wait,
they jitter and twitter.
Four hands meet and greet, together
like feet, they walk down the street
Almedia S. Knight (ASK)
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4/17/2024 8:47:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
‘…When hands can’t wait, they jitter and twitter. Can you not see my agony… Four hands meet and greet then, in ecstasy they wing to the sky.’ Fluffy silky flossy touch down Yeah in rhapsodically always four hands levitate and outstretches to touch the infinity… Thanks for sharing Voted 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK