Hold my hand
Just this one time so
I can feel the roughness of
Your fingertips and
The soft, fleshy center of
The inside of your palm.
Hold my hand
For this moment so
I can feel the heat, the wetness,
The energy in that space between
Flesh and flesh
Not quite touching
But somehow closer than that.
The spaces in between
The anticipation of intimacy
The quiet, timeless tension
Frozen, burned, carved into memory
Hold my hand
Just once more as
I surrender to the rising chemistry
Floating in those beautiful,
Dangerous spaces in between.
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