1. She extends her hand,
Promises divine emotion,
And a true, utter escape.
2. I push, craving the intent of hers
To always beg for my allowance.
3. I begin to cradle her hand,
Cupping its soft, pure, and warm aura.
4. To feel now, such immense retinal pressure,
And still not embrace her back.
5. Wipe away those dreaming tears,
And take me.
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