Over, And Over, And Over Again Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Over, And Over, And Over Again

Rating: 5.0


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

Thursday, October 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,first love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 05 October 2017

Exquisite expression of feelings of first love nicely portrayed. Thanks a lot. This is so real.

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