HIS HANDS
HIS HANDS ARE NOT VERY STRONG.HIS FINGERS ARE NOT VERY LONG.
HE CARESSES MY MIND,MY SOUL, MY HEART,
LEAVING ME INCAPABLE OF INTELLIGENT THOUGHT.
HIS HANDS ARE NOT VERY STRONG.
HIS FINGERS ARE NOT VERY LONG.
HIS HANDS ARE POTENT, LETHAL, LIKE A DEADLY WEAPON,MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I NEED PROTECTION.
AND YET, SO GENTLE THEY MAKE ME QUIVER, WHEN HE SPEAKS HE MAKES MY BODY SHIVER.
HIS HANDS RENDERS ME HELPLESS, I WANT HIM FOR MYSELF AND I CAN'T HELP IT.
HIS HANDS ARE NOT VERY STRONG.
HIS FINGERS ARE NOT VERY LONG.
HIS HANDS.
HIS HANDS.
HIS HANDS CARESS ME SOFTLY, TENDERLY, FIRMLY, GIVING ME ECSTASY BEYOND THOUGHT. BEYOND MY DREAMS.
MAKING ME FEEL WHOLE WITH A TOUCH OF HIS HAND.
MAKING MY BODY INCAPABLE TO STAND.
GIVING ME PLEASURE WITH HIS EVERY TOUCH.
I LOVE THE WAY HE MAKES ME FEEL.
HE PLEASES ME SO MUCH.
HIS HANDS ARE NOT VERY STRONG.
HIS FINGERS ARE NOT VERY LONG.
HIS HANDS.
HIS HANDS.
TRINA N. THOMAS-EADDY
07-30-2010
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