His Hands

It is a poem. It is my first time sharing.

his hands

loving the way he touches me
as he strokes
get your mind out of the gutter
as he strokes my arm so gently
holds his hand next to my
telling me, telling me
he does know where I end
and he begins
I think that is this from a song
But yet
I still love the way he touches me
As he strokes
And caresses
Wipes food off my face
Rubs my neck after
Damn a long day
I am never lonely when his
Hands are around
Loving the way he touches me