Over, And Over, And Over Again Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
Over, And Over, And Over Again
When she gives me her hand
she undresses my fingers
And yet do I desire
that inner contact with my hands
Even when she touches me
with one finger only
I still become weak,
and red in the face from blushing
She is smiling, but is't going
the way it should?
I really don't know,
but will keep on trying
over, and over, and over again
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8/14/2026 12:30:27 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Exquisite expression of feelings of first love nicely portrayed. Thanks a lot. This is so real.