...her hands...A Poem by dovetailerthere's nothing like the touch of a woman...her hands... ~~~ of all
the things her hands could do.... like
pinch or slap or harm... I love
them just how they are now so
gentle...soft...and warm they’re
creamed and scented...manicured... their
touch is whisper-soft caressing...touching...everywhere... they
send my soul aloft her
fingertips leave haunting 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 still 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 she
knows what’s on my mind her
hands bring out the beast in me... that’s
howling to be calmed... she has
me just where I should be... ...there...feeding
from her palm... ~~~ © 2010 dovetailerReviews
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