And then there are those hands...
I somehow miss them as if I really knew them. I don't.
I held them once, casually. I could not even perceive clearly how I'd miss not grasping them harder. I could have kept them for a few more seconds... I can pass without the eyes, the mouth, but not the hands.
Long white hands. They seem strong and delicate at the same time. There where nights I dreamed of having them holding my face and pulling me to a perfect kiss. Sliding down my body reaching places unknown even to myself. Caressing me as I want, as I think I deserve.Like they could arouse and calm me at the same time. Like they could, and actually can even as a distant dream, take hold of my complete being - body and soul - and make me surrender and give myself to any comand of theirs.
Those hands...
Better stop thinking about them!
But the more I try, the more they come to me.
(I can dream, can't I?)
I somehow miss them as if I really knew them. I don't.
I held them once, casually. I could not even perceive clearly how I'd miss not grasping them harder. I could have kept them for a few more seconds... I can pass without the eyes, the mouth, but not the hands.
Long white hands. They seem strong and delicate at the same time. There where nights I dreamed of having them holding my face and pulling me to a perfect kiss. Sliding down my body reaching places unknown even to myself. Caressing me as I want, as I think I deserve.Like they could arouse and calm me at the same time. Like they could, and actually can even as a distant dream, take hold of my complete being - body and soul - and make me surrender and give myself to any comand of theirs.
Those hands...
Better stop thinking about them!
But the more I try, the more they come to me.
(I can dream, can't I?)
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