The Stroking Of The Hand

The souls standing towards an intention

Slowly the nerves and muscles react

The arm moving vertical counteract

A silence, the adrenalin it rushes

And calmly the hands slips in

Slowly forming a hook-like

With slight and delicate pressure

The arms grope around it

And the next step was of joy

Varied with confusion but with smile

Like a warm shiver down vertically

And pleasant was how it felt within

As the flesh basically fuse

Leaving a subtle sense of warmth

The bodily heat shifts to the other

And within seconds the arm withdraws

Leaving behind much thought of mind

As the stroking caused a chemistry

Sensing fondness and adoration

The heart beats even faster

And manages to skip a beat

Just by the arms’ slender touch

The whole world turns inside out

With that stroking of the hand.