Your Hands

I watch your hands against velvet

moulding material to flesh

They slide under and beyond the fastenings

leaving the flesh bare

I watch your hands against goosepimpled flesh

caressing the contours of my body

familiar grounds, timeless rituals

I watch your hands frame my breasts

guiding lips to nipples

fingers attending to the nipple neglected

I watch your hands slide down

between parted thighs

opening my centre, preparing me

I watch your hands guiding you into me

arranging limbs for better leverage

gripping hips as the tempo increases

I watch your hands once again travel my flesh

settling upon exposed meck, bared throat

soft caresses deepening beyond pain

And as the pressure increases I can no longer see your hands now

so I watch your face instead

my fingertips feeling your words of love

as you slowly fade away