Your hands, despite their roughness, do caress
my body with a gentleness unknown:
each touch delivered to my aching ****
sends vibes calm and electric thru my bone.
Hands capable of soothing and exciting,
that love my hair, and love my temples more,
hands coaxing, pleading, jesting, hands delighting
in journeys leading to Ecstacy's door.
Now, when you work, your hands may be agressive
in exercising strength, or tedious task,
but when at work with ME, they are possesive,
tho' ne'er taking that for which they don't ask.
So satisfying are your palms and tips
for them I'd pledge to ne'er 'gain taste your lips.
