Hand Poem by Ronald Brissette

My hand in your hand
Your warmth so grand
I give a gentle squeeze
Are you pleased?

My heart full of desire
Feeling you perspire
My heart racing
Discovering new places

This is so phony
To think of matrimony
My finger moves to stroke her palm
Will she be alarmed?

Her hand break free
Oh does she hate me
I was such a fool
I lost my cool

Hand has found a new place
Cotton with buttons and lace
Truly a helping hand
To guide me to a new land

My hand in your hand
What we shared was grand
With a gentle squeeze
We both were pleased.