I love your hands
The way they are caressing my hair
Gliding over my warm skin and feeling
how my bodyhair stands.
Leaving me breathless, my loungs out of air.
I love your warm hands
The way they are holding my heart
Gently feeding it and feel it expands
keeping it safe and treat it like art
Making me feel I am in heaven lands
I fear your hands
The way they are pulling my hair
Hitting my moisty skin and making
colourful landscapes everywhere.
A silent scream, cant breathe without air
I fear your cold hands
The way they slowly crush my heart
Their secrets turning virtue to vice
and what once were safe light, are now only dark
Your hands turned me from fire to ice
© Sirenia 2011