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.