A Gentle Promise
I love your hands
Kissing each fingertip softly
I want to bless each with an expression of my love
To lick them lightly
And suck, promising more
I want your hands
I want them to touch me
As intimately as I touch them
I want them to caress my chest
Sending shivers down my spine
I want them to feel me
Slowly, gently, a gentle brush
I want them to fondle me slowly
Grazing the skin
Gradually, deliberately
I want you to languidly move your hands
Making me pliant
Pulling away any sort of doubts I had
I want you to show me you aren't harsh
With such simple movements
Brushing my hair
Cupping my face
Manipulating my reactions
So that maybe, I can trust you
Kissing each fingertip softly
I want to bless each with an expression of my love
To lick them lightly
And suck, promising more
I want your hands
I want them to touch me
As intimately as I touch them
I want them to caress my chest
Sending shivers down my spine
I want them to feel me
Slowly, gently, a gentle brush
I want them to fondle me slowly
Grazing the skin
Gradually, deliberately
I want you to languidly move your hands
Making me pliant
Pulling away any sort of doubts I had
I want you to show me you aren't harsh
With such simple movements
Brushing my hair
Cupping my face
Manipulating my reactions
So that maybe, I can trust you