I like to watch your beautiful hands
moving in sync with the stars,
as they slowly, rhythmically put me in a trance.
In a daze I still wonder:
Was it not just a moment ago that you said
'the night is still young'?
Don't stop now your elegant, beautiful hands;
keep stroking, keep lashing, keep fondling...
and then, at dawn, when it is time to go,
wake me up with a whisper
soft and warm in my ear,
and one final caress
of your beautiful hands.
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November 16, 2011