There's something about a good man's hands...
It matters not what work they do.
Rough or soft, scarred, thick or thin.
Ever so gently, yet firm, cupped around my face.
Confident and strong, drawing me toward him.
Tender, shielding, sharing.
Fingers under my chin, holding steady while his thumbs,
caressing, stroke across my cheeks... as if a cherished gift.
Closer still, my lips are warmed by his even before they
finally touch. Lightly. Briefly.
Then barely back away, returning slowly to kiss only
my lower lip.
Languishing there a bit, pulling it softly between his teeth.
Just enough to make me moan, quietly.
He is doing it all. I accept and blush warm.
Nothing touches except his hands and lips. Yet, it is total
giving and submitting. Eager but restrained.
The tiniest details explored with care, over and over again.
If it happens only once, it will still last forever, because
I can remember.
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15 comments:
Nice Memories.
I don't know why that's so appealing, buy my female friends and I all agree there is something VERY sexy about a man taking your face in his hands to kiss you. Mmmmm....
Larry - one... nice memory.
Sparrow - I know it makes me melt!
... my goodness....
Eric - is that a good 'my goodness' ?
Just wow!
uh... Jean... I think I just had a moment... in me drawers... be back later...
all of my most cherished memories go back to one man, the worst of the bunch......responsibility wise, yet, there is something to be said for a man with warm hands....
Jim - mmmmmmm... thank you, sir.
Mick - oops... but, good!
Nea - ah, yes... some of those bad boys could sure be sweet.
... a good one?.... more like "shock and awe?..... well done....
Eric - thank you so much, kind man.
that's very nicely expressed jean :)
Thank you so much, Alan.
yeah, but... it's forearms for me ;)
Melonie - we can add that to the good parts list...:)
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