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Sinopsis
A poem about the intimacy of holding hands. why the hand? becuse the hand it touches it feels it senses to touch to feel to sensualize it all begins with the hands their clasping, grasping reaching to connect two hands meet to spark to feel around to ignite their possibility to ignite an excited lingering potential, arousal, suspicion anticipation, erection of rigid fingers wrapped with soft palms moist with nervousness and desire they meet and meet again one holding one stroking and then the other all back and forth with new sensations until they part. Words and sound by b Wrauley Music by Podington Bear Learn more at http://hiatuspodcast.com and subscribe to our newsletter.
