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Those Hands

Who are those Hands arousing me at night
What mysterious lover is just out of sight
Am I being possessed, it’s taking its toll
I’m yearning for more with no self-control

The kissing, the touch, It’s all so real
Half asleep, half awake, ecstasy I feel
Perhaps it’s a dream, I can not tell
But temperatures rising, I’m hot as hell

I’m tingling all over, I beg for more
I feel those hands gliding, they readily explore
My breath is heavy, as I let out a sigh
My soul is flying, ever so high

What Magic being, possesses me so
Will they be back, I want to know.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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