Love Poem: Slow Hands Can'T Rest
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Written by: Tim Smith

Slow Hands Can'T Rest

Slow hands can't rest   
stripped down anticipation   
still holding intoxication   
dripped from sweet lips   
    
Words whipped with lemon tips   
free float  in wayward winds     
fingers grasped  gentlly touched   
a zestful reprise   entwined   
               
Moved with the morning dew   
falling deeper into you   
awaiting a pleasing glimpse     
a kiss  carressed sips  leveling     
every part of a misted me