- Erotic Poetry
- My Hands
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After painting the kitchen a bright warm yellow,
A lovely shade that made the room come aglow,
I was washing up and looked down at my hands
Working the soap and water between the fingers
Over the knuckles, the backs and up under the nails,
Rubbing the palms till they were soft and clean.
Remembering all the times I’ve dreamed of touching you,
Caressing your cheek, massaging your neck and shoulders,
Cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples with my fingertips,
Touching those other sweet sensitive parts of your body,
Your long legs and tender thighs, the luscious curve of your ass,
Your responsive and yearning mound, the wet slit of your pussy.
How they have trembled with excitement at the thought!
How I have wished to learn the smooth sweet texture of your skin,
The silky feel of your hair, every part of you that can be reached!
So I stood there while drying off and looked at my hands, front and back,
And wondered when they will ever see that dream come true?
