her hands

Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on August 2, 2011 0 Comments

 

her hands

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of all the things her hands could do

like pinch or slap or harm

I love them just how they are now

so gentle – loving – warm


they’re creamed and scented – manicured -

their touch is whisper-soft

caressing – touching everywhere -

they send my soul aloft


her fingertips leave sensate trails

electric on my skin

creating goose bumps in their wake -

whate’er she wants, she’ll win


she slowly traces burning lips

and whispers in my ear

“just lie back there and let me love…”

I try to persevere


her fingertips are magical

her palms are satin smooth

with artistry she touches all

the need in me she’ll soothe


she writes “I love you” on my chest

in ink not seen but felt -

she circumnavigates my chest

and I begin to melt


she touches, tickles, tempts, torments -

she fondles, feels, and finds

she brings me to the edge and waits

aware what’s on my mind


her hands bring out the beast in me

that’s howling to be calmed -

she has me right where she wants me -

there, eating from her palm


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The easy description is:Six foot four20-21 stone *280 lbs+*Silver blond hairWhite goateebald on top, full on the sidesI’m large... fast on my feetand built like a brick shithousebut, with a heart as soft as warmc

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