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A simple thought
Hands locked like dread locks melting two into one.. Hands Warmer than hot butter and skin as sweet as potato pie, it's hard to let her go. See the journey started with lil contact.. Never knew years later shed have that come back.. But she did and I'm trapped.. Trapped in a good way.. Like a mouse nibbling cheese. There's no "slap" "snap", or "clang" at the end of my satisfaction loop... I continue to lay down this heavenly bond like a mason placing bricks. Stone by stone my love for her gradually grew.. Hearts intertwined and minds always in sync was the finish product for this home.. The home that Nikki built. Tall, strong and always with love are a few things that went into the blueprints.. Then I went away.. And that hand didn't seem so warm...the house that I love doesn't look the same.. The grip we shared doesn't feel as tight..Is it in my head.?? Is it time and distance playing tricks on me?? I honestly don't know but I'm holding on to this ledge as tight as I can.. Fighting through time and losing sleep because of it... I hope to feel that oh so soft warm sweet potato like skin.. I'll continue to hold on and fight for the grip I feel is being loosened.
