Why are hands so fucking attractive?!
Especially when someone’s using them to their full potential. Skillfully hand picking or sliding smoothly between one note or chord to the next on a guitar. Flitting across and caressing the keys of a piano with the exact amount of force needed. Steadily holding the steering wheel when it slips through while turning or gripping the shifter while changing gears without a second thought. Turning pages of books, typing, holding pens or brushes or tools or tattoo machines, chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Just hands. Holding things. Letting things go. Veins, and tendons, and bones.
If I want you, I want your hands. All the time. Holding my hands. Tracing fingertips lightly along my skin. Stroking my face. Running through, or twisted, in my hair. Wrapped around my neck applying pressure to either side. Fingers in my mouth to be sucked and licked. Learning and memorizing my body through touch and leaving no parts unexplored. Pressed down against the mattress while I’m looking down at you. Clenched in the sheets because you’re not allowed to touch while I tease. Grazing and stroking and rubbing your own body while I watch you bring pleasure to yourself. Inside and outside of my body. Engraving your name on my heart so deeply that even if my mind someday forgets, my heart will continue to whisper it with every beat.
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