May 21
His Hands.
I remember the first time I realized how much I liked him
He brushed his hand against mine as he asked me a flirty question
And it made me weak in the knees.
Then there was the night he first held my hand
I wasn’t expecting it
We were just crossing the road
Next thing you know
His hand is wrapping around mine
And suddenly all of my mind is focused on my left hand.
I remember the first time we kissed
Those same hands traveling over my body
Pulling me closer to him.
And then there was the night we first made love
Those hands slowly spreading my legs open
Holding my face as we kissed
I remember how those hands wove into mine
Just like this…
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