My Hands

The joy, the glide and touch of my fingertips,
Trailing the backside of your arms
Your back,
Behind your neck...
My hands celebrate each movement,
Each touch.,
The gift of your skin upon my flesh;
That I am blessed to feel its softness
Its subtle curves and wet confines,
That my dream,
My hope,
This touch,
Brings you the joy that is intended,
That is given with love and care,
That my blessing comes
From the softness, the joy,
The silk and flow of you.
Relax,
Close your eyes,
Imagine,
Visualize,
Feel,
My hands,
Loving you.