I think of your hands
I remember how you nursed my mother back to health
With your caring touch
I remember on our first date you placed your hand on my knee
I recall how you asked me to hold your hand
As we walk back to your home
I remember how you changed the position
Your fingers became entwined with mine
How you still hold out your hand for me to hold every time we’re out
I love how your hands feel on my neck as you kiss me
I love how your thumb brushes over my lips when you’ve kissed them
I love the way your hands feel on my waist and when you hug me
I love how your fingers take a slow stroll across my body
How they tease and caress me
The sensuality in your fingers generate such ecstasy
I remember the softness of the palms of your hands
As I held them when you were in hospital
How I check the length of your life line
As to reassure me that your life was long
That you weren’t going to leave me
How you squeezed my hand back when you awoke
I’ll never forget that one single squeeze of hope
I dream of the day when this land decides to make up its mind
How you and I will stand face to face
Hand in hand
And how I will place my ring on your finger
The one that’s vein leads straight to your heart
So whenever I think of you
I
Always
Think
Of
Your
Beautiful
Hands
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