POem - about Love -

His Hands

by Chelsey

It makes me smile when you reach for me, how can I decline?
They make my heart beat faster when they're touching mine
Perfection is the only word I think they can define
Your hands oh so wonderful, perfectly designed

Caressing my cheek, I get butterflies when they're on my face
I put my hand over yours, our fingers gently lace
My lips, my eyes, my smile are things you like to trace
When they're touching me I don't want to be in any other place

On my leg, I stare at them wishing you'd do more
They tease me, tempt me, make me want to be impure
They make my body tingle, give me a feeling I've never felt before
Your hands, so powerful, a body part I truly adore

When they rub up and down my body, I tingle inside
We can make love, you can hold me, babe whatever you decide
When they're just on me, i have these feelings I can't describe
I'm in love with your hands, that's what has been implied

Hold my hand, rub my body, caress my soft cheek
Whatever you want to do, they make my knees weak
Strong and so beautiful, I'm now left with no words to speak
His hands, so incredible, they take me to a heavenly peak ..