soft downy silk.
Hanging gently over.
body so frail.
Gently caressing each
twisted curve.
Glistening brightly, can
this be true.
Wandering softly through
hair dark and clear.
Could love grow, from
this hand of mine.
Maybe one day
it will prevail.
Never a doubt,sure
this can be true.
This hand of affection
I send out to you
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