hands

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I remember

seeing Your hands

for the first

time

as You reached

to embrace me

on the porch

of the rustic cabin

and how they felt

as they held me.

I remember

the awakening

under their touch

and the skill with which

they opened me.

I remember their sting

their caresses

their pinching

their embracing

their enticing

and how warm mine felt

held by them.

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