MfM-- Hands

Thanks, as always, to Ang, the Sweltering Celt, for this week’s theme… Hands.

Your hands come to me in my dreams.
They turn me over, stroking my hair from my face,
Rousing me enough to know they want more than a mere snuggle.

Your hands slide my nightshirt up and off, then put my hands together
and over my head, closing them around the headboard post.
You whisper "keep them there...no matter what".

Your hands slip down my arms, chasing goosebumps as you go.
A shiver of anticipation races down my body ahead of your seeking fingers.
As you move lower they skirt around my breasts, feeling the weight
but not stopping to tease the sensitive flesh that begs for your touch.
Just for fun you blow on one but then move on.
I writhe in wait...wanting more but not willing to stop your journey.

Your fingers tickle across my tummy, stopping long enough
to let me know that you love me here...even when I don't.
Slowly slinking lower your hands span my hips.
Sleekly they skim over my thighs and calves to my feet.

Your hands stop to tickle along the instep
waiting to see how tight is my control, will I flinch and pull away?
Or stifle a giggle and allow you to continue on.
Your hands adjust my legs pulling them apart
and again you whisper..."keep them there".

Then your hands, your wonderful, talented, beautiful hands move up...