His hands

His hands

 

 

(…)

 

 

His hands were like magic

They left me mesmerized

As they roamed over my chest,

My back and my stomach in

Slow, smooth, strokes. His touch

Left a burning trail of heat behind

Each time his hands left a part of

My body.

 

I didn’t want him to stop

But then I thought it was kind

Of a tease, because what if he

Stopped? What then? Would it

Have been all for nothing?

 

And that alone would have been

Enough of a headache.

 

But then he kept going

So I knew I’d be satisfied

I knew I’d be okay

I knew I would get just what I wanted

But, God, I had to go.

 

You can only imagine how I felt right then.

 

~

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nia Shand]

woah :0 lol
Your a really great writer, I could really feel how you were feeling with every word.

[Santana Angus]

i concur lolz such a dirty birdy.

[Cassiopia Summers]

Lol, you dirty birdy. (: That's okay, we all are. Anywho, it describes this feeling very well I do believe.
Wonderful poem darling. Very descriptive of this particular happening.