Hold my hand. Please.
Do it on reflex.
Do it because of your need to feel my skin, my warmth.
Finger tips and palms.
Be comfortable enough to act on impulse.
Just for us.
An additional attachment to this bond.
Soft digits curl around firm ones.
Know this much, souls connect when we touch.
So, hold my hand.
You are allowed to, you can.
But only because you want to.
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