Desire

Your hands are supposed to be mine.
To run along my curves,
feel each vertebrae of my spine.

Your hands are supposed to be mine,
To grip me safe
and wipe the tear from mine eye.

Your hands are supposed to be mine,
To hold my palms,
Point the way down the line.

Your hands are supposed to be mine,
To run through my hair
and tell me everything will be fine.

Your hands are supposed to be mine
To kiss and hold throughout the night.

Your hands are supposed to be mine
To wash away my sins, our souls reunite.

Your hands are supposed to be mine.