His Calloused Hands Poem by Cheryl A. Caron

His Calloused Hands



His calloused hands
On her soft smooth skin
Shivers up her spine
Oh decadent sin

Yielding to his demanding
His knowing fingertips
Breathing in his scent
In breathless sips

Closing her eyes
Accepting his whole being
Replacing him with another
Her mind’s eye seeing

If just for a short while
Without him knowing
Faking making love
To keep the illusion going


copyright 2009 Cheryl A. Caron

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