Gentle Feminine Hands, Ballistic

So so gentle feminine hands,
yours,
Touch my body,
my heart attacks
My senses,

I have to swallow to
Help to breathe a deeper breath,
Chemistry urges my lips
to softly kiss
your full lips,

Our feelings go ballistic.
We seem to launch
into the heavens
Floating in space,
Houston we have connected,

No problem...

Love is in command.

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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