your hands are
perfect.
big and slender,
strong and agile,
nimble and gentle.
they can embrace mine
and
they can memorize my skin,
and
they do so exquisitely.
it is why i will sometimes
find myself touching them with
my fingertips,
staring at these magnificent creations,
wondering how such supremacy
could be contained in
a set of digits and opposable thumbs.
i admire them for their strength,
and fear them(my god, how
i can tremble)for their power.
please, be careful.
all that i could possibly give
you
rests with them.
they are perfect
to tear me in two,
should their owner advise;
it wouldn't take much, you know.
a simple flick of the wrist
in a well-placed location,
and you would devastate me.
but please, let them find me
in the darkness.
i will risk my heart and life
at the mercy of your hands,
perfection, ten-fold.
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