These Hands
These arms are my olive branches
And these hands are my emissaries
They speak languages I cannot speak
And convey emotions I cannot always put into words
They have my full delegation to mediate on my behalf
To negotiate
To appreciate
To celebrate
Or to capitulate if required
They would like to think that they know you well
And they never ever tire of trying to know you better
Even as I try to sleep they are still obsessed with you
To assess you
To undress you
To caress you
To possess you is their desire
What can I say, they also know me well
It is only you who make us so inspired
They know who I love
And so they love you too, without reservation
Without hesitation
Without expectations
Often without invitation
Nor too much patience as you may have noticed!
They are naughty are they not?
These emissaries of mine
Without a doubt though, let me assure you
Your annoyance is not their intention
It is your pleasure that is their raison d’être
And for the next few nights, they’re really going to miss you!
Copyright © Sublime Nine | Year Posted 2022
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