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Heart Yearns

Your hands a ladies hands
manicured fingers long and slender.
Each displaying a balance a supple
delicate care free fascinating grace.
Texture fashionable taunting tasty
beautiful blessing bountifully given.
By our loving master father.

Heart yearns to hold such hands carefully
gently lovingly with cupped skill.
As given while holding monarch butterfly.
Appreciably protective though never
as confining cage gilded bars.
Freed to glide playful cooling zephyr
whenever freedom’s fickle need
arises within soft tendered soul.

A form wonder
those soft subtle
hands that fit
my own hands
as length exact
matched pair.

So amazed astounded completely.
Inviting entrancing curve
of your warm welcoming thighs
are as soft and full to me.
As psalms benediction prayer;
offered up as hosannas by myriads
of appreciative angels upon altar.
To Jehovah the most high.
To Adonai divine eternal Creator.


The love I hold
for you embraces
breathtakingly
like an empyrean
urgent siren desire.
Felt when I’m held
in paired paradise
fire of your heartfelt
feeling enfolding arms.

Your neck
noble feminine
long gracefully
arching
upward
heavenward

thus your
longing lips
may quench
hunger
felt within by
fevered mine.

Behold classical
sculptured arms
those thin minstrels
porcelain phantom
slender firm limbs
grace lure typical.


Classifying
a well bred
genteel lady.
A comfort
fondling
enclosing
caressing
beloved
deified me.

Love engulfs
my purged heart.
When those
beautiful
magical
proportioned
limbs.

Reach out
drawing me
ever in
to first
heated
heartfelt
embraces.

My heart my hands
my arms are lost
alone desolate.
When parted from thee.
When thou art, absent,
unable to love me,
comfort me, dear.
My days waste
in deep despair.


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