I feel a strong hand on my breast, fondling it so, so gentle
Another hand on my cheek, stroking it with such tenderness
that it lulls me to sleep
And the hands don't move in my restful state,
They are frozen in the moment
But years pass, and the hands melt
Because now I am awake
Now, my body is hot, burning with fury
So blistering the room is up in flames
Because now I see that the touch was neither gentle nor tender
And that there were a dozen hands.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
I feel a strong hand on my breast, fondling it so, so gentle
Another hand on my cheek, stroking it with such tenderness
that it lulls me to sleep
And the hands don't move in my restful state,
They are frozen in the moment
But years pass, and the hands melt
Because now I am awake
Now, my body is hot, burning with fury
So blistering the room is up in flames
Because now I see that the touch was neither gentle nor tender
And that there were a dozen hands.