Erotic PoetryThe GraspThe handshake
speaks volumes
of what you don’t;
a soft caress
that lingers
across fingertips.
I feel
you’d be tender
and fulfill.
A tease to lurk
long after footsteps
tramp away.
I’ve been touched
and I want more
of those fingers.
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