Hands - 2

Author’s note: I’ve shied away from writing an erotic poem about hands because the eroticism of the subject is so vast. So, instead of a single poem, I’ve decided to write a series. Feedback and response poems or pieces are most welcome.
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Your hands
graceful
nimble
artistically talented
delicately powerful
Female hands

To touch my lips
before kissing
and after
To fall to my chest and
push
lightly

To clasp behind my neck
so you can hang from me
your body on my front
Sensual display
of us

Hands to follow my angles
from waist to shoulders
Feeling muscle and flexibility
and intransigence of bone
shoulders and blades
Drop lower to
hips
Lower still
to wander unashamed
in search of my hottest hard bone

It’s “All hands on sex”
Yours cause hard urgency
in the wrap of soft fingers
Mine discover lustful lubricity
loose need of a woman past ready

Hands to hold my sides
steering
Press into my lower back
urging
Grab my ass
Demanding
every
inch

Hands
that feel
our fucking

Hands entwined with mine
held spread eagle
Welded grip
of complete surrender
To me
To your need
Squeezing with each thrust
and whimpered exhalation
Clutching through our ultimate contraction
Mating consummation

Hands to soothingly soften
coax my return to civilized norms
and expectations
Yet
with feathery touch
your soft hand on my rough
reminds
you’re always ready
to be taken again
In my hands

Your hands
on me