Don'T Leave Me With Those Lovely Hands. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Don'T Leave Me With Those Lovely Hands.



Don't leave me with those lovely Hands.
Their experience: so steep!
Aggressive; knowing well Their ways.
My first real kiss I'll keep!

Those Digits know burning too well.
Not I amongst Their number.
My heart will not be flamed by Those...
Oh this heart might never slumber.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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