I Like to Be Touched
I held a hand today.
And it was odd.
Fingers looking for the right spot,
Not wanting to feel awkward. ..
As I held it, I sneaked looks at it.
Working hands.
Short fingers that somehow fit in my longer ones.
Nails that have never seen a manicurist,
But clean.
Strong hands.
Leading to Strong arms.
Manly arms covered in a reasonable amount of dark soft hair.
Leading to broad shoulders that make up two of me.
A neck, as thick as my thigh.
And a face that I can feel in my mind,
A little bristly, but gentle.
Gentle smile turning towards me and
Soft lips finally claiming mine.
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And it was odd.
Fingers looking for the right spot,
Not wanting to feel awkward. ..
As I held it, I sneaked looks at it.
Working hands.
Short fingers that somehow fit in my longer ones.
Nails that have never seen a manicurist,
But clean.
Strong hands.
Leading to Strong arms.
Manly arms covered in a reasonable amount of dark soft hair.
Leading to broad shoulders that make up two of me.
A neck, as thick as my thigh.
And a face that I can feel in my mind,
A little bristly, but gentle.
Gentle smile turning towards me and
Soft lips finally claiming mine.
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