Your Soft hands


When you’re soft
Hands Sprawl,
The Delicate fingers,
And cover all
My face, and
Correct the bands
Of my hair,
When they comb
Into my locks
They Wash away
With the palm
My pangs, agonies
And pains with
Their
Delicious warmth

The rain of emotions
Creates commotion
In my heart
In the passionate rain
Of the
Of your palm

Submitted by saqib.

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