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
© Sirenia 2011
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