Hands To Yourself

Strength lies in the intricate delicacies in which I hold her weaknesses intimately. Professing her strengths as if it were identifying marks like that of fingerprints No confession needed Yes I did it! Had my hands all over her design grappling with the idea of how to make her mine Simple ways imagining holding her head in my hands, and it not being a dream. Need this, "So it would seem to be" to evaporate and append a rainbow of realities whereby I can pin new promises in my sky God gift wrapping precious cargo wherever the delivery, I will follow. A rewritten anthem My pride and silent protest that causes enormous unrest. Each one, reach for one and hold on tight make love like a crime is about to be committed without ever going further than fingertips caressing skin Spiritually knocking on her body's door, Her mind says "Go away" but her soul yearns for whispered safe words. Ready to split her personality, making her mad and satisfied all at the same damn time.