Hands

I like hands.

I like watching fingers glide over keys,

Playing each note with grace.

I like knuckles, pale with stimulation

From lack of circulation from the pulse of excitement.

I like the feeling they have on my skin,

The cold chill they send rushing down my spine.

I like the eerie sense of pleasure they give my body

As they caress each part of me.





Join the Discussion

This article has 3 comments. Post your own now!

anonanon said...
Mar. 3, 2011 at 7:11 pm
By far a clever poem. I think you should write more and more.
 
Chloeeee said...
Mar. 3, 2011 at 6:32 pm
This is really good. All of it is pretty amazing. 
 
marciamarcia(: said...
Mar. 2, 2011 at 6:50 pm
LOVE THIS(: So good.
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback