Hands In Mine...
by: Ondine
Those soft hands-
Hands with long fingers
Combined with her words
Shows me my love for her lingers
Those slender fingers
Trace the features of my face
I love this feeling
I wouldn't rather be in any other place
Those hands which are calloused
With bruises and nicks
With her hands she tells me:
I'm the one she picks.
With her right hand
She removes her left glove
and cups my surprised face.
Her eyes filled with...love.
I take my hand and gently
Guide hers inside mine
And I tell her softly,
"Please tell me you're mine. . ."
She looks at me with
a puzzled expression
It turns out she is surprised
at my sudden aggression
She smiles in her small way
Telling me that it is ok
And as I look into her eyes of wine
I tell her:
"I love it when your hands are in mine."
by: Ondine
Those soft hands-
Hands with long fingers
Combined with her words
Shows me my love for her lingers
Those slender fingers
Trace the features of my face
I love this feeling
I wouldn't rather be in any other place
Those hands which are calloused
With bruises and nicks
With her hands she tells me:
I'm the one she picks.
With her right hand
She removes her left glove
and cups my surprised face.
Her eyes filled with...love.
I take my hand and gently
Guide hers inside mine
And I tell her softly,
"Please tell me you're mine. . ."
She looks at me with
a puzzled expression
It turns out she is surprised
at my sudden aggression
She smiles in her small way
Telling me that it is ok
And as I look into her eyes of wine
I tell her:
"I love it when your hands are in mine."