Big, strong hands over my hands
Which aren't very small
And that's why I liked your hands
Made me feel small
I don't do much with my hands
I think about what you might do with yours
Perhaps you play guitar
Or lift weights or make things
Like bird houses or fix cars
I have chipped nail polish
Black like the night as it is
I should fix it
But I don't do much with my hands
Except for when it comes to you
Hands upon hands
Grasping clasping wishing wanting
Desperate for more
As I hypothesize what you do with your hands
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Big, strong hands over my hands
Which aren't very small
And that's why I liked your hands
Made me feel small
I don't do much with my hands
I think about what you might do with yours
Perhaps you play guitar
Or lift weights or make things
Like bird houses or fix cars
I have chipped nail polish
Black like the night as it is
I should fix it
But I don't do much with my hands
Except for when it comes to you
Hands upon hands
Grasping clasping wishing wanting
Desperate for more
As I hypothesize what you do with your hands
I didn't know him