HIS HANDS
His hands are, beautiful
His hands are truthful
They bring me to life, each touch, each caress
A breath of fresh air, I can feel how much he cares
With intensity in each touch
His hands show how much he loves loving me.
I lay my head down on my pillow, and his hands release orgasms beyond comparison.
There is no one like him.
My husband. Sweet like honey and beautiful like bluebonnets on a summer’s day.
His hand are strong, they work and take care of the family, his hands support me, when I cry
He massages all my pain away, and wipes away tears from my eyes.
No man will ever compare to what God saved just for me.
I had felt so unworthy to receive this immaculate blessing. But my lord gave me his best when he created you, for me.