His Hands; A Poem

I'm senitive about my ish ya'll LOL. Here is a poem I wrote inspired by my favorite interview of my favorite actor. Hope you all enjoy and show me some love ;)


                                                           HIS HANDS

His hands. He's got the whole world in his hands.

Well, at least my world. Big strong country boy hands.

Ruff palms with that gentle touch that i love so much.

They flow like water over my curves when he's loving me.

Long thick fingers that can work magic in more ways than one.

Fingers wound in my hair a warm palm pressed against at my back,

a deep voice in my ear whispering sweet nothings, yeah baby just like that.



Don't stop doing what you do the way you do when you use those hands.

They send a tingle up my spine and liquid fire in my bones, this is more than

just your average love jones. His hands are amazing, in his arms I feel safe,

loved, adorded. His hands are the ones I reach for when I need some love.

His hands are the ones I long to hold, his are the hands that I hope will be there

when I grow old. "These hands can take care of you, these are good hands." He once said.

He was right.