His Hands

They held my heart

Image source: minanfotos on Pixabay

His hands were always
as warm as his heart.
His embrace was comforting
as an ending or a start
of a new day or a night
of love and joy and passion.
Our intimacy began with sex,
became more solid with time,
grew with compassion,
so perfect, sublime.



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Autumn Seave

Autumn Seave


Erotica/sex writer also writing as Autumn Knight, Alicia Stone, and now Autumn Skies | Find out more or contact me: http://inkyblueallusions.com