Jerry and the Lost Gloves

Like myself, Jerry, a mature individual and a friend, has lost his gloves.
He is an aficionado of wearing gloves wherever he goes.
It is a comfort to him plus he loves the feel.
What happened to his gloves is a bit of a mystery.
He was working the lever to a truck and taking off his gloves to get a better grip he put them; in his back pocket.
They must have slipped out and fallen to the roadside to never be seen again.
Like myself, there were many pairs of which he chose to replace the ones he had.
But the ones he chose to wear were the leather ones tanned and with a drawstring on the back part of the hand.
He loved the feel of the leather and like myself he had cold hands all the time.
So wearing the gloves made his hands warm to the touch and they looked rather sharp.
There is a certain peace of wearing the gloves one wishes to have.
It is a powerful aphrodisiac to say the least when the time is right for the feelings to be there.
One gets an arousal of having them on like I do.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2015)

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