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Warming My Hands. A Poem
Warming My Hands. A Poem I do Imagine you Taking my smaller Hands in yours. Blowing on them And rubbing them To get them warm As I mentioned They had grown cold. Such a chivalrous act But par for the course As you in so many ways Resemble a knight of folklore. I dare not ask for more. I am not a glutton. I do not wish To tempt fate For you have me At your mercy I am putty In your hands But I cannot help Looking at your face Your piercing eyes Your sensous lips. Are they wanting The same thing as me? A kiss? Yes, that is what I am thinking I am wishing As I contemplate Your chivalrous act Of warming my hands. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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The things that one notices... Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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My hands aren't exactly large. Which is why they soon warm. Caress your cheeks, no charge. Then I'd kiss them like a swarm.
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My hands aren't exactly large. Which is why they soon warm. Caress your cheeks, no charge. Then I'd kiss them like a swarm. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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