Sometimes- I'm not gonna lie
One look at your hands
And they take me away
An out of body experience.
Your hands how I wish they were mine.
You lying behind me
Rubbing my stomach warm
But I was probably hot anyway
Deliberate movements yet slow
A pulsating sensation against my back
Your heart how I wish it was mine.
Next comes that tug
My jeans the next game
Your hands wake my hips
Their soft, gentle stroke
My heart is racing
I know what's next
Your body how I wish it was mine,
Then it's over I'm back to reality
Your hands shift away
We're back to the same
You do your job and I'll do mine
Yes, back too reality
There goes my delight
Your hands, heart and body
Temporarily mine
You how I wish you were mine
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I wish you were mine, good one, thanks.
Thank you