His Hands

His Hands

A Poem by Monday Parker

I am waiting for him to

Walk into my house

His tall strong build

Filling the dimly lit space of

My living room

Makes my body pulse

To know his hands will

Soon be on me

His solid thick hands

Will soon be slowly circling my

Bare body

My entire being responds

Just to the idea

Of him touching me

I can’t wait to see how

His hands affect me.

 

© 2019 Monday Parker


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Added on August 14, 2019
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Monday Parker
Monday Parker

Sacramento, CA



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