Hand

by David Bennett

I dream of holding your hand
Feeling your soft warm skin
Closing my eyes it feels real
Your hand softly held in mine

I dream of kissing your fingers
My lips brushing over your hands
My heart racing going wild
Staring deeply into your eyes

I dream of feeling you in my arms
Your body up against mine
Our eyes meeting and holding
Slowly and lingeringly kissing

All else fades to nothing
As our lips meet and touch
Love pouring between us
Our arms and hearts full

© David Bennett, 1998.


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