Your Hands

I like your hands, such lovely hands
I like when they hold mine
As we stroll the moon-washed sands
Leaving a confused design
Of foot-prints, as they pause then flow
In random sets of two
I like to hold your hands and stroll
Beneath the moon with you

I like your hands, such gentle hands
They help to ease the load
When no one really understands
Like you, my winding road
I treasure their soft warmth
Find comfort in their grip
But darling, I fear I must confess
I still prefer…….. your lips

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Janet Martin

Come on...I can't always end them
predictably:):):)~)