These Hands of Mine

As I look down at each soft finger
 Memories stir, sensations linger.
When did they last touch softer lips?
 How long ago they grazed across smooth hips.
These hands of mine.

I gaze at palms that once held breasts
 As my arrousal now attests.
My fingers each have deeply sinned
 To the delight of lovers long since past.
These hands of mine.

My hands still sing of flesh they've touched
Of nipples rubbed and kinked hair brushed
Of a fine ass slick beneath my palm
As I brought moments of passion, moments of calm
And yet I stare in wonder down at
These hands of mine.

To once again have someone to share my bed
To stroke your cheek as you're giving me...errr driving lessons.
But they wind up stroking me instead
As I dream of all I've written and read
These hands of mine.

I love to stroke your lovely nipples
having you moan more and more with each soft caress
moving lovingly across your back, your sides, your hips
mapping your unique body and textures with sensitive fingers
with my eyes closed I now see your body as seen by warm fingertips
venturing slowly within your wetness, feeling your embracing grasp
fingers cloaked in your precious juice
stroking your hair while you sleep nexy to me
feeling you wake me by kissing my palms
these hands of mine

They long to intimately touch and please
Between your breasts, behind you knees
Making love to you on bed, shower, and floor
But first I'd love to get to know you more with
These hands of mine...