I wanna hold ya hand

In the quiet dance of intertwining fingers,

A language spoken, love that lingers.

Palms meeting, a silent vow,

An intimacy only hearts allow.

Skin to skin, a tender trace,

Eloquence found in this embrace.

Fingers entwined, a subtle art,

A symphony written, a beating heart.

In the grasp, emotions unfold,

A tale of passion, silently told.

Whispers of love, fingers entwined,

In every touch, a world designed.

Through fingertips, emotions flow,

A language only lovers know.

In the symphony of hand in hand,

A connection, timeless, forever grand.

So let hands speak what words cannot say,

A love deepening with each passing day.

In the simple act of holding tight,

An eternal bond, a shared delight.

😊

I really wanna hold someone's hand only that there is no one to hold

Aye

Dont loe wooly. I never knew you were mischievous

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Woolly’s first and only love ❤️