Hands, a poem by PriyaThePict at Spilwords.com
Olga Korolenko

Hands

Hands

written by: PriyaThePict

@PriyathePict

 

Strong, calloused yet soft and warm,
Stroking, stirring, petting over and all around.
Running through my hair.
Gentle on my neck, reverent upon my lips.

Hold me, keep me safe. Stroke me,
Caressing my hills and valleys,
Loving, sweet, smoothly with care.
Always, gentle on my neck, reverent upon my lips.

Flutter over my eyelids, dance upon my cheeks.
Ghost over my smile, trace my curves,
Stroke me, steal my breath, my very air.
Yet, gentle on my neck, reverent upon my lips.

Take me higher, make me soar.
Soft caresses, firmer strokes yet
Every touch calculated for my soul to bare.
Forever, gentle on my neck, reverent upon my lips.

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