My Lover's Hands

My Lover's Hands.

My lover's hands are warm and strong,
I lead them now where they belong.
Move in time to my heart's song.
Knowing, they are never wrong.


Hand to soft skin slowly pleasing,
all my wanting now appeasing.
Understands just what I'm needing,
Sensual desires feeding.


Palms long and fingers slender,
I need to feel them, touching, tender.
My secret love, desire's defender
Teasing to complete surrender.

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