
18 Sep His Hands, So Full of Love
As you cradle me in your lap like a small child I feel the warm ember of delight growing in my belly
As I rest my head upon your heart beat
And feel safety in your secure grasp.
As I snuggle in your embrace,
I take your hands in mine.
These strong, rugged, masculine hands
I caress your palm and read your line of love
I have so much love and respect for these hands
As these are hands that have known of hard work and tiresome labor
They have known of blood, sweat, and blistery tears
These calloused hands have a story that speaks of a Marlboro man.
A man who has worked hard to provide
Hands that once held a baby boy and guided him into manhood
These strong, rugged, masculine hands
Have ensured we do not just merely have a place to rest our head
But instead provided a home filled with laughter and love
These strong, handsome hands have lifted me
When I was too weak to stand on my own
They have held me through my darkest hours
And have kept my demons at bay.
These strong, loving hands, have wiped my tears
And caressed my cheek
Hands so full of love
They have shown me an intimacy I have never before known.
These strong, gorgeous hands, have showed me the intimacy of touch
Like a satin kiss upon my naked skin
Hands that always seem to find the small of my back
Whilst leading me into a room.
These are magnificent hands that intertwine perfectly with mine
Hands that reach for me in the night—or that simply find their way to squeeze my thigh
For reassurance if my voice stumbles or falls
These sweet, calloused hands, that don’t think twice
Of plucking a daisy as a token of affection
I pull your hand to my lips and kiss each finger
Fingers full of strength
Kneading my shoulders when I am crippled with pain
I kiss your palm as this is the palm that belongs to the hand
Of a man who will pull me close to dance—
A waltz to the rhythm and sound of our own breath and heartbeat
To you, my love, I bow deeply as I continue to kiss the hands
That have never made me flinch or feel fear
For these hands—these strong, rugged, masculine hands
Have been my saving grace
As you cradle me in your lap like a small child
I feel the warm ember of delight growing in my belly
As I rest my head upon your heart beat
And feel safety in your secure grasp.
As I snuggle in your embrace,
I take your hands in mine.
Author: Mary Rogers
Editor: Katarina Tavčar
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