Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
A Kiss
Only my hand remembers
my fingers could tell a thousand tales
of how you loved me
nothin else
not my arms
nor my legs
nor my toes, face, hips
nor my sweet innocent lips
for they never met yours
in all the time we had
they never felt your soft touch
and now we nolonger have that chance
my whole body is aching
from envy of my hands
they got to touch you
for one lasting moment
and now.....you're gone
Written by Shyonda Adams
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