Hands Poem by Ibrar Ahmad Siddiqi

I have to praise those hands that held that cup.
The hands that slapped me once when you snapped.
Hands that gave me reassurance when you thought I'd sink.
Small, manicured and delicate are those hands of someone so special.
Those hands that shape my heart.
The soul that drives you brought feeling to my loveless soul.
We lay in bed your hands sweetly caressing my body.
Bringing life, love and feeling to someone whose been hurt so much.
Your hands mean so much more to me than I'd ever tell you.
Caress me with your affection, make me love you in anyway I could.
With good time, we'd make love and all it would take is your loving touch.

'Hands' by Ibrar Siddiqi 6.11.2017