He Touched my Hand


He touched my hand, 

He touched my heart, 

He won't understand, 

Its only a start,

It was only a second,

It didn't last long, 

But In that moment, 

My passion burned strong, 

He had no clue,

How I  fantasized about him that whole day,

His eyes so blue,

To just see him, any price I'd pay, 

He only meant to grab my hand,

To tell me that I almost left my phone, 

But when I noticed who was he, 

Chills went down to my bone,

To feel his skin touch mine,

To feel the shocks lurk though me, 

To feel chills up my spine,

He has the key,

But he has no Idea,

Neither would he understand, 

How high he really made me, 

When he simply touched my hand.


  • Author: F. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 31st, 2016 18:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: I hate it whenever a hot guy talks to me or touches my hand because it always haunts me for days after. They abuse their beauty I guess.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 28
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