Hands and Fingers

Hands and FingersHands are more expressive, than a face could ever be.
You can look at a smile, and the hands you cannot see.
They could be pulling your hair and ruining your sole
Or undoing your jeans, and searching for a role.

While a coy intent finger can curl and beckon,
It can invoke a harsh response, by flicking a finger, the second.
It can snake around shirt buttons, with naughty thoughts,
Or disappear with direct meaning, into your shorts.

It can caress with tenderness between two loving hearts,
It can hurt by pinching and slapping, on tender parts.
It can stop you in your tracks, by showing the face of a palm,
Can show you’ve had enough, by waving, on the end of an arm.

Can cover a face of emotion, from embarrassment or tears,
Show your not listening, by covering your ears.
Show the horror of a vision by hiding your Eyes,
Extend a ‘new day ‘yawn, by reaching for the skies.

But the best Part of a hand, is its flexibility,
Gymnastic in movement, and shape changing ability.
From a tightly clenched fist, full of sheets crisp and clean.
To relaxed and splayed – when the orgasms have been.