Hands
Palms begin to ache for touch
To feel smooth caramel brown skin
The texture relaying to nerve sensors
Trigger sparks in the valley
Fingers splay at the chance to join in
Tips tingling for a taste of flesh
Waiting to curl around a head
Full of hair, sweat, or nothing at all
Just wanting to be satisfied right
Through sliding of skin contact
Shivers run races around the peak
Desire skirt-tailing down
Cramps form from fingers clenched in fists
Need for caressing strokes is too strong
They can't concentrate for distraction
Sensual to the buds for passion in my hands
Yes, yes, yes, begins in them
Does it feel good, whispered by them
I don't want to let you go, shouted from them
Let's do it again, designed for them