The comforting caress of your fingers,
Tracing their outlines one by one,
A pleasing tingle kissing my nerves,
Gently warming my heart.
We interlock our fingers,
Our palms suck together,
Sealing our bond.
I circle your fingers with my own,
A slight tickle creeping up each vertebrae in my spine.
Your hands slide up my arm suffocating my bicep,
As you bring your head to rest upon my shoulder
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