I noticed his hands today.
Nimble and full of promise.
Wicked and appealing.
I sat nearby.
Flustered and unfocused.
Each movement teasing me.
And he sat,
Unaware of the emotions he provoked.
The thought of his hands.
What they could be capable of,
Swirls through my mind even now.
And I tremble at the thought,
Of possibly finding out.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
I noticed his hands today.
Nimble and full of promise.
Wicked and appealing.
I sat nearby.
Flustered and unfocused.
Each movement teasing me.
And he sat,
Unaware of the emotions he provoked.
The thought of his hands.
What they could be capable of,
Swirls through my mind even now.
And I tremble at the thought,
Of possibly finding out.
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