Idle Hands…

I am in love with your hands
for they need no words to speak

I am mesmerized by their beauty

Your lean, strong, dextrous fingers transfix me

I am compelled by your angular knuckles
and the play of tendons and veins beneath your skin

I listen to every soft curve and sharp plane

They tell me I was naughty
as they grip then spank my curvy rear

They tell me I was nice
as they slide and squeeze and stroke my soft flesh

They tell me I am driving you crazy
as they tease me back with light scratches and tweaks and pulls and pinches

They tell me “MINE”
as they wrap possessively around my throat and jaw

They tell me “I love you”
as they pull me close and hang on to me for dear life

I am in love with your hands
I am in love with you

©2015 Kat Crimson