His Hands

Those fingers that fit so perfect in mine
On the hands that hold me tight when we're intertwined
He pulls me closer, tighter, so I know I'm his
I'm frantic, I'm longing, I want nothing other than this
He's not afraid and neither am I
But he teases me till I'm ready to cry
He slams into me, sending me off into space
But I come back in time just to see his loving face
He won't stop, going deep, hard, and fast
And I moan even louder when he slaps my ass
We keep going and going till we can't take no more
Till our muscles are tired and sore
Then he pulls me in close holding me tight
And we settle down together for the night
I'm so close I can hear his heart beat
And I feel there's no better place to me
In his arms, his hand in my hand
Something only we can understand
The love, the satisfaction, when we stare into each others eyes
And I know we have more than just physical ties
He's my heart, my soul, my life's true love
Could only be a gift sent from above
I'm so lucky so have found this man
And I have to admit... I just love his hands!