Holding Your Hand Poem by Howard Johnson

A man walks
By his side
A beautifully enchanted lady
Strolling along a well groomed walking path
In the shadows ahead
She noticed a
A gothic archway
It had a feared and narrowed appearance
The construction looks by the hand of a
Sorcerer
The sight drew her closer to me
Could it lead us to regions of horror?
We entered together through
Its narrowness pusher deeper into my side.
Our fingers, mistakenly touched
And for the first time, we mingled
Passion invaded his thoughts
Bringing fourth a new ridigness,
A sensation of stupor
Numbly
Opressing any logical thoughts
The results were easily discournable
By her sensual nature.
Forward together, we pushed
Into glimpse of the sun
To an opening of camouflaged light
She kissed his cheek
Meet me here next week.