Your hands

I really like your hands.
I wish I had a chance
to feel them once again
on my body like when
you swirled me all around.
That time we seemed love-bound.
I do remember still,
they gave me so much thrill
being so soft yet firm,
which added to your charm.
Further I like, I swear,
the smooth, quite light and fair
feel and tone of your skin.
Plus, I’ve a fancy in,
howbeit weird it appears,
the couple of dark hairs
on the back of your hand
halfway ’tween your thumbs and
nimble index fingers.
Your warm palm still lingers
on my desirous back.
Your caresses I lack.
I’ve enjoyed each your touch
and crave it very much.