Hands - 4

Author’s note: Fourth in the series. Special gratitude to Winter_Fare for saying the series inspired her beautiful “Soft Hands Surrender” and to Elorra Butler for her wickedly wonderful “Hands (In My Pocket)”. Grateful for ‘response poems’ and feedback.
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Mine
Sinner’s hands
Calloused
by touching without love
Names
even faces
forgotten
The women they’ve played
and pleased

But
somehow
when first my hands
touched you
they felt new
As if
you
were the first

Every woman I held before
faded
in that touch
Pictures of real, instead of
You
Reading about soft, instead of
your breasts
in my hands

Hands
reborn on your skin
Sunrise onto wonderland of you
Your shape and feel
Your beautiful face, captivating my hands
cheeks and jawline in muted smile, held
Your neck, fragile
caressed in suddenly clumsy fingers
Your breasts, craving harder squeeze
and
More
Width of your shoulders
narrow of your waist defined by
Round bottom’s curve
perfect for
Cupping
Lifting
Rubbing against hard
My hands slide apart
wander
over swaying hips
and
meet again
on girlish belly
womanly pelvis
Your land of hands’ rapture
Sacred slope to Venus’ swell
slippery satin

Your sigh,
timid as my touch in delicate folds
The first tentative drop of rain
in
a thirsty forest
The hushed herald of coming deluge
Stroking and
Playing
every wet place and tiny waiting part
until
Lightning
Blinding flash
Thunder
Your wild cry
and
gasps
Fingers clenched in surrendered satiation

While hearts still race
a rivulet of jizz, snakes
shiny
slick
onto fingers,
trapped between squeezing thighs
Your treasure
given
for me
To spread across glowing pink skin,
hot as inside
Your silken release melds your pure flesh
to me
My hands touch
secrets
I feel
Everything
lithe muscle
bone, pliable in erotic undulation
I feel liquid
I feel
heat
inside you
I feel you
take
My heat
into
yours
Head first
before shaft
and veins
and every
thick
inch
I Feel you stretch
Fill
Feel you fucking squeeze in slippery sleeve
Push yourself onto every thrust
helpless captive
to coital commands
till we’re spent into quiet
Hearts beating
Hands warmed on your naked body
Sinner’s redemption
holding your
heart