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