Those Gentle Hands
by Charles Keller — Read all 159 poems by Charles Keller
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The sheer magic of your gentle hands
touch me in a wondrous and magical way.
The warmth of your embrace, like a blanket,
around my once chilled heart, quickly defrosts.
The scent of your essence fills my nostrils
causing intense arousal everywhere.
The taste of your sweet kisses satisfies
my passion's hunger oh, so completely.
The look of lustful desire in your eyes
pulls me like a magnet draws a pin
into blissful, eager exploration
of the depths of human joy and pleasure.
Take care,
Sherry