Hands

A Poem by Noah William

She touched my face

with her quavering hands.

They were indescribably soft.

Rush of blood in my cheeks

Goosebumps

She approached closer

Leand her lips on my ear

And whispered : „Come with me!“

Her velvet voice

made my body

want her even more.

She took my hand

looked me straight into eyes

and just smiled.

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Added on April 24, 2013
Last Updated on April 24, 2013

I'm a 29 year-old chef from Zagreb, Croatia. I love to drink a lot of coffee, smoke, draw, write, sing, play my guitar, go out, dance... more..

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