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Woodra Nymph's Poetry

To Be Held

A desire arose,
(not as risqué as you would like to think),
simply to be held.
To hold.
To hold a man,
to be wrapped in his arms,
to put my arms around him…
to stay in one place entangled
to prove love does exist
and that love is simple…
Simply the desire to hold.

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