Get Your Hands On Me

It may seem like I’m a wild rose
that dances freely around
in the meadows of poetry
unreachable almost
that you can sing and dream about
and that you can only watch
from afar

But my darling, get your hands on me
sense my velvety soft skin
underneath your fingertips
For I was not only made to fit
into your heart, fit into your gaze
and fit into your dreams
But I was also shaped to fit
perfectly into your hands and arms

©RoseGirl2019

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