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Gentle Hands
It isn't a firm handshake
That I look for in a man
It's the softness of a caress
Felt under his gentle hands
I need the way they tremble
As they brush against my face
The way they pull me softly
Into his warm loving embrace
I need the way they soothe me
As they wipe my tears away
The way that they welcome me
After a long and tiring day
I need the way they tease me
Caught in the web of desire
The way that they hold me
In the aftermath of the fire
Forget about a firm grasp
In my life I've had enough
I guess I'm longing for your hands
And their gentle loving touch
*~THE FLOWING PEN~*
7-5-04
Rhuda's Sigs
That I look for in a man
It's the softness of a caress
Felt under his gentle hands
I need the way they tremble
As they brush against my face
The way they pull me softly
Into his warm loving embrace
I need the way they soothe me
As they wipe my tears away
The way that they welcome me
After a long and tiring day
I need the way they tease me
Caught in the web of desire
The way that they hold me
In the aftermath of the fire
Forget about a firm grasp
In my life I've had enough
I guess I'm longing for your hands
And their gentle loving touch
*~THE FLOWING PEN~*
7-5-04
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Gentle Hands
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