beautiful soft fingers
caressing your hair
your body
your pelvis
your legs and toes
no one escapes from the
whispers of love
telling you about a tryst
a garden
a grassy field
the softest of green
the freshness of air
under the moon
your hand
above her hands
your fingers entwine
to her fingers
in perfect
fit.
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