His Hands

by Bia   Nov 9, 2005


The most important feature,
in my man are his hands.
There are so many reasons why,
let me help you understand.

When I'm cold they warm me up,
on the inside as well as out.
When we make love they're always passionate,
they show me what love is all about.

When were in public, his hand holds mine,
to let everyone know I'm taken.
And whenever he gets nervous,
his hands, they get to shakin.

When he hugs me, they rub my back,
and my whole body gets the chills.
When he kisses me, they hold my face,
and my empty heart, it fills.

But when he's angry, his hands hit me,
and then I begin to cry.
Then his hands wipe my tears,
and all of my pride goodbye.

Thats why they're so important,
cause I know they'll always be there.
And when hes not, the bruises are,
just to remind me how much he cares.

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  • 18 years ago

    by tortured soul

    You cant know how you have touched me. 15 years I spent being reminded how much he cares. The bruises fade but the scars inside NEVER heal!! My heart and prayers are with you. It takes courage to put that into words with such grace!!