Hands - 1

Author’s note: I’ve shied away from writing an erotic poem about hands because the eroticism of the subject is so vast. So, instead of a single poem, I’ve decided to write a series. Feedback and response poems or pieces are most welcome.
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My hands
large
weathered
some scars
Man Hands

That hold your face
steady
when I bring my lips to yours
steady
when I lean back to look at you

Hands to brush the hair from your face
touch the side of your neck
slide
across naked shoulders and
glide
the length of your arms

Crude hands
that are beautiful
against your graceful skin

Hands to hold your waist
Ride the curve of your hips
Cup your ass and pull you in
Slow grind
Rubbing smolder into flame

Hands to wrap around your breasts
savor feminine give
squeeze
knead
present your nipples for licking
and small bites
to the sound of little gasps

Hands to explore your nest of need
fingers slicked with open desire
Lip kissed
Pussy squeezed
until it’s time
to guide cock inside you
and pin you against the wall
for impaling

Hands to feel your body
become our mating
Every cell
writhing
in procreation’s pull

Hands finding yours
Entwining fingers
Holding arms against the wall
- cross like -
Sacrificed to our passion
Coital bucking against my strength
Final Thrusts
Desperate grunts
Knowing we’re right there
Fucking
close
So
oh…
fuck

Hands locked
Gripping tighter through passionate winds
searing heat
Not letting go
of this moment
of each other

My hands
on you