Hands are numb and cold
doubted if I am getting old
no, said my subconscious bold
I was told, it wasn't sold
Oh, here comes the road curvy
spread out all, it is topsy-turvy
seeing people safe in cars, I got envy
with traffic so heavy
I have to get across
nothing much was in option to toss
it was unpleasant, it was gross
it came uninvited like a pleasant gloss
It came,so it came upon
triggered inside me, a warmth, got me on
the gentle pull have me drawn
that tight grip had me withdrawn
The touch full of warmth and care
two fingers jingled unaware
a minute long it was and it was unfair
it lasted a day I swear!
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