Questions at Dinner

During dinner,
She watched my hands.

Burnt dark from the sun,
Deeply creased with wrinkles,
Calluses on my fingers,
Nails trimmed too short,
Cords of tendons showing starkly.

Contrasting with the,
Starched,
Ironed,
White,
Crisp,
Cuff of my shirt.

Was she imagining,
What those,
Hands,
Fingers,
Nails,
Would feel like,
Later?

Sliding under her,
Blouse,
Dress,
Bra,
Panties?

Caressing over her skin;
Arms,
Neck,
Breasts,
Tummy,
Legs?

Arousing her?

Was that,
Why,
She was,
Blushing?