Those Hands

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Indecipherable reflections of your golden skin dance in the glass tabletop as your hands speedily deal the cards above. I have fantasized about you touching me with these hands hundreds of times but have never given them proper attention. I pick up my cards and after a quick grouping of the suits I shift my eyes to your fingers making the same adjustments. Your fingertips push the cards back together like an accordion, ahhh how I wish you would brush my lips and leave your fingerprints on my lip gloss. First softly and then a bit harder making my bottom lip push to one side and my mouth open slightly for the briefest taste.

The betting begins and your fingers interlock cradling your open cards. I don't know if you do it consciously but you untangle and overlap your fingers out and in as if they are breathing. With a similar rhythm as your inhales too, out and in, then you rub them together in between the empty spaces left by your natural finger separation. They move to the same tempo as your rib cage as we play and I can imagine that your love making has a similar unconscious rhythm. Although I don't believe that your love making is an unconscious act. I smile from the corner of my mouth and you notice me staring and your lips press together in a smile. You like that I pay attention to you, and you take advantage of my self distraction by taking my trick.

You make a fist and balance your chin on it, you look around the table and smirk at the constant chatter of those playing with us. Your thumb rests on your jawbone and I exhale loudly and shift in my chair. If only you knew that at this moment all I was thinking about is you grabbing chunks of my hair with those fists and snapping my neck back at an angle beneath that jawbone just so you could stick your tongue down my throat! If you knew that THIS is what I was thinking you just might walk over and do it! You clear your throat and look at me with widened eyes, apparently it was my turn and I was holding up the game.

I try to refocus, but my mind is lost in a ravenous, covetous hunger for those hands. They envelope your cards like a blanket and I find myself envying the plastic spades and clubs shifting beneath them. My thoughts wander to forbidden visions of being tossed by those hands and your arms, in the same manner that you toss your cards. Being gripped with those calloused fingertips, and punctured by each fingernail so hard and deep into my skin that it leaves bite marks. I want your hands to bite me! And while I think about the teeth that grow out of the ends of your long Falange's and become uncomfortably moist in my chair you edge closer to my score.  

Your cuticles are glossy and the tips are barely visible but white and clean. Just from this observance I can tell that you wash your hands often which is indicative of someone who performs the daily ablutions obligated by proper prayer. This thought makes me smile with admiration of you as I look back at my cards. It confirms what I think I know about you, that you are a decent and respectful man. Any grown person who is at the top of their career who makes the effort 5 times a day to get on their knees and talk to God is, in my eyes, someone I want to get to know.

As we keep playing your fingers dance on the backside of your remaining cards and I fantasize for a moment about them dancing on my backside as you embrace me... All of a sudden I have to force myself to stop as if waking from a dream, I literally have to shake my head! I have to keep myself from seeing you like this and delve into some serious self analyses, how can I be having inappropriate thoughts about you and then have those thoughts turn into pondering about your spirituality only to return to thinking inappropriately. My mind truly is a weird ferris wheel of good and bad! I stare at the soccer game on the tv in the background and rub my eyes with the palm of my hands, still shaking my head, I wonder if everyone's mind fights this battle between temptation and decency in everyday situations? I felt this hunger deep within my abdomen this evening it wasn't just my thoughts, it was a physical reaction to some very desirous thoughts! Seriously an angel is on one of my shoulders and a demon on the other, I have to gain some control!