I imagine those hands
Hugging me close
I imagine those hands
Gently running up my face
I imagine those hands
As they undo my lace
I think of all the things
They really would do
If we did meet
Me and the real you
I imagine those hands
Warm and strong
Holding me close
And upright
They would protect me
All year round
Not a whimper not a sound
I imagine those hands
As they explore dark spaces
Deep recesses a blush on our faces
I imagine those hands
As they would ruffle my hair
Smooth the curls
And plant a kiss there
I imagine those hands
And all the things they would do
A dream of happiness
For just me and you
I imagine and imagine
Until I could no more
Someday I hope to feel
Less cold at my door
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