Hands

Approaching with cation
Felling distant
You show me your hands
Rough, burned, and worn
Been working so hard
Mine are so small in them
I know there so strong
And would give anything
To feel them
Caught in your grip
Your grow uncomfortable
As alway when you
Touch me
If it weren’t so obvious
I wouldn’t stick around

 

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