I desire to be touched by you.
Carefully and intimately
letting your hands have there way with me
as your hands strike cords in me…

Your hands know how to make my body sing…
as you massage me… Temples first, then
scalp deep as the tension starts to seep
out of my pores…

What A bliss…

I lay down on the floor… I totally surrender
to you… Then I beg you for more…
So please touch me. Ignite me with your fingertips. 

As you massage my hips you play
with my lips… 
As your hands bring me to the brink
Of technicolor dreams as your
fingers explore Nirvahnas’ Door
Inside of me…

I am layed bare, open
to your probing.
Like a Doctor, urgently
searching for the cure
of how to give me even more…
Pleasure…
As your hands sink deep inside of me
searching for my treasures.

 Yet again… I feel that building pressure
Setting fire to my insides…
I am yours. I have nothing to hide. 
I am exposed in a way that makes
being vulnerable… An aphrodisiac
as I arch my back with legs spread wide as butterfly wings…

“Take me” I scream as my kitty grips
your fingertips…

With fingers embedded
in me up to your wrists
I let you plunge into me
because nothing is any better than this
Now your hands are all sticky and slick
And I smile as you begin to lick
One
Finger
at
a
time.

And I realize, as my juices escape me
and roll down my thighs
that there is nothing more powerful
than a man…
Who knows…
how to use… 
His hands…