| His Hands The thrill of my love’s willing touch Brings a yearning unknown to my heart His soft gentle ways are all new to me A sweetness that sets him apart. His hands hold a magic within them A sense of reassurance and warmth And yet generates embers of passion That establish an internal storm. The mystery of sweet gentle ardor Has me spinning and wondering how My passion can blaze to inferno And yet comfort as though with a vow. Dedicated to My Silent Knight Copyright © 2005 Patricia Dempsey |
