By terry
Date: 1 February 2001
Hold My Hand
I'll never forget that moment
as we walked through the stand of maples
headed for the lake,
cabin and ridge left behind.
We were holding hands,
easily, gently
and without conscious thought of it.
It was summertime then
and everything was right in the world,
or at least the Smokie Mountain part we shared
And just before you said the words,
I felt your thumb move.
Stroking that small indentation
at the webbing between my thumb and forefinger.
You never knew then,
but that touch was the most erotic,
sensual thing I ever experienced
Then and now.
And in the next moment
when you said the words,
"I love you",
they weren't necessary.
I already knew.
And your touch lingered all day.
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