Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Your Hands So Soft

Your Hands So Soft

Against my cool skin,

Pale moonlight filters upon,

All the desires I hold,

That come from your touch.

Like China’s finest silk,

Your caress leaves me high,

And on fire in my belly,

When your hands brush against.

What beautiful magic works,

From behind your clear eyes,

When the love of gentleness,

Is transmuted through your hands.

My brow sheds a bead,

As the sensation becomes enough,

Your moving down my body,

Those soft hands are heaven sent.

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