His hands, strong and hard and sturdy
able to build and hold up towers
yet gentle, able to sooth and softly caress

His hands, big and ruff
yet loving and skillful, able to raise me
to sensual heights and pleasures

Those hands, busy and wise
and able to still my fears and dry my tears
His hands, warm and always open to me
to hold me steady, and hold me so close

His hands, a wonder as they roam
and find my sensual places
guiding me through passion filled nights
knowing me,  as I will never know myself

His hands, eminating his will in strokes
and slow caresses that bring me
to the edge of all abandonment

His loving hands are writing their
own history upon my heart for life,
and my body knows only great joy....From his hands