Hold my hand and hide behind me. Guess I’ll grab the door.

“I hope we never change. We can always be like this but more!”

Dinner at 6, always home before dark.

Talk about showing me off then snuffing out the spark.

Tuck me in and go on your way, I wonder what you do.

I wish you’d take time to explore me, see me glisten under the moon.

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Hold my hand and lead me on. I’m giddy and gaining speed.

Comfortable touches and loaded silence, I can’t tell if it’s you or me.

I look forward to when you’re like this, handsy and on fire.

You give me just enough to keep me hanging on, dripping with desire.

Weird is the word of day as we feel out the change.

Grip my ass, bite my ear. I like the way you’ve rearranged.

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Hold my hand but give me space. I still need room to grow.

My hands are steady as I step into my dreams, smiling as I go.

I stand on my own, beaming at you from where you are.

I’ve always liked the idea of admiring each other from afar.

A night sweat wakes me and I’m still right here.

I’ve got more time. Hold my hand, my dear.