Your hands
By Channa
Your hands....Coarse from the coldgentle to the baby they holdYour hands....calloused from outdoor tasksCaressing me when I askYour hands....Rough from the western windsoft like satin to my skinYour hands....Are velvety to meWhen they trace my bodyYour hands....contains such gracewhen they're cupping my faceYour hands....lovingly streak my hairI want you to be nearYour hands...Will send shiver to my beingand will bring desires unseenThus is the magic of...your hands Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 04:38 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Your hands....Coarse from the coldgentle to the baby they holdYour hands....calloused from outdoor tasksCaressing me when I askYour hands....Rough from the western windsoft like satin to my skinYour hands....Are velvety to meWhen they trace my bodyYour hands....contains such gracewhen they're cupping my faceYour hands....lovingly streak my hairI want you to be nearYour hands...Will send shiver to my beingand will bring desires unseenThus is the magic of...your hands..."