🌹💙That hand that writes describing in its passing of ink a blank sheet of poetry,
That hand that caresses each line of fantasies about a wandering mind,
Hallucinating illusions between wet thoughts of emotions,
That hand that stops between semicolons to make itself felt between sighs,
That hand that only felt in the shadows took shape hoarding all your fears making them just moans,
That hand that knows no modesty undressed your shyness between stealthy and restless fingers that make you vibrate,
That hand that ran through you and runs through making your body tremble leaving its traces as it passed over a skin that bristles,
That hand that holds you on the rise of dreams dreamed between sighs that do not let go of you in that dreamed reality,
That hand my hand that caresses you takes you and does not let go of you that hand my hand that makes you mine alone mine in a thousand ways sustained in the pleasure of enjoying until we are exhausted embracing just sighing holding hands...
💙💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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