Starting at the forearm
And sliding down
Over the smooth skin of the underarm
Past the wrist crossed with veins
Over the ridge that marks the beginning of the palm
Across that wide plain of skin
And brushing across the length of the fingers to the tips
Where the muscles contract and close
And palm to palm,
Fingers interlocked
With a dose of adrenaline quickening the heartbeat
Reverberating in those gentle digits,
The world pulses with love
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