The Thrill of Her Hand
The thrill of her hand slipping into yours
or her cheek searching out your neck
That weakness in the back of the knees
the lump in the throat that can't be suppressed
~ How did I let these memories evanesce
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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