No Crown

Hands that take mine in their hold

They give me giggles, make me fold

They keep me steady, keep me calm

And brush their fingers 'cross my palm

As hands run up along my arm

They tickle, tease, with gentle charm

Hands graze sweetly on my cheek

They make me blush, they make me weak

Hands move slowly to my throat

I tilt my head, my mind afloat

They wrap around my neck so tight

The pressure makes my heart take flight

My world goes black, no sound to hear

Built trust ensures no need to fear

Gradually emerged from daze

I gasp for breath, my soul ablaze

I reach for him, a need so pure

For loving him, there is no cure

His hand meets mine, clasping tight

Two hands entwined, our hearts alike