These hands are not the hands of an ordinary lover's touch, they are gentle caresses, soft subtle whispers across broad shoulders and a muscular back. They are pure energy directed at the center of your soul, meant to reveal a love so pure, so holy divine, a love only shared between two so connected. They are hands to hold you, to tremble at your touch, hands made to indulge in your deepest desires, to slide down to your thighs, to pull you closer in a lover's embrace. They are hands meant to serve as a reminder that this love is no ordinary rendezvous, but something sacred. These hands, the purity of love, are yours, eternally.
the only way i have ever known that she is for me is to hold her hand....it puts everything into place. i love this poem, it is romantic and perfectly delivered with a great choice of words. a poem worthy of being published in romance magazines. hope you try that because this piece will touch many people. and that dear is what makes you an incredible poet.
This was amazing and in my thought the lovers hand touch is so amazing and sweet and when your love touches you, you feel like you are healed again and you want to live forever just to touch his hands ..
love your poem so great indeed :)
A amazing poem. The touch of two hands give confident and show the world we love the person who hand is being held. I like how you described the simple gift of two hands create a bond for love. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote
Thou art to me a delicious tormentby Ralph Waldo Emerson
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