HOLDING HANDS WITH MARGARET

The mere act of wading

Through a cool mountain stream

Lifted my spirit across the land.

Then, holding hands with Margaret,

Made my whole body and soul

Respond as if I were a violin.

My hands vibrated

And my heart throbbed.

She felt as soft as a baby’s skin.

I lost control of my inner soul—

Her unconscious quiver of love

Filled me so full of her inner soul.

I could not release her

Until I had kissed her,

Gently and sensuously—

Long enough to fill my inner self.

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