His Hands Poem by America BILLS

his hands feel like the street
they are as rough as can be
he wont do anything about it
his hands over her mouth to stop her from screaming.
Even though he enjoys it
his hands on her arms leaving marks
his hands hold on to her sides as hard as he can hold
his hands on her legs not letting go
his hands wrapped around her to stop the shaking
his hands on her to calm her and so he can sleep knowing she wont tell

yeah his hands