Hands
Soft touch.
Desire excitement.
Chills down and up my spine, anticipating his next moves.
Safety security that’s what his hands mean to me.
His hands help him explore my body, and as we lock hands, our souls become one.
As we become one soul, it isn’t easy to become two separate souls again after being locked into one.
Ms. Butterfly Genesis
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 