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I want to hold her hand,

Nothing more than that,

Just sit by her side and,

Do little more than chat,


Am I supposed to pursue her,

Just to have sex?

To play the romancer,

As an elaborate pretext?


I don’t want that version,

Love without care,

An empty immersion,

Only physically to share,


That sexual attraction,

I can hardly ignore,

But it’s only a fraction,

Love is so much more,

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Big Sal

Wed 6th Dec 2017 14:39

Perfect title for the perfect emotion. Great poem.

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