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I love your hands

Wired I know

Out of your amazing features

I love your hands so much

That I write a poem about them

But you're hands are so lovely

I love the way your hands can be

So caring

They'll caress my cheek so softly

It's like they aren't even there

And they'll rub my shoulders

After a rough practice

And hit all the right spots

Or how they slowly slip into

My hands and interlace with

My fingers

Or how they rest gently on my hip when we cuddle

Or how they brush hair out

Of my face

I love the way your hands can be

So rough

When they're ripping off

My clothing

And clawing at my back

And how they hit just the right spot

Or how when your scared at night

They'll grip onto my shirt

Like I'd slip away at any

Second

I love when your hands

Show your emotions

When your nervous they get

A little sweaty

When your angry the grip on

My hand tightens

When you're tired you have a

Lose grip

Our hands barely connected

And when you're sad your hand

Has a lose grip but our hands

Are still together

I love your hands

Because they fit perfectly with

My hands