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Cathy Johnson Poem
Ok, perhaps its just me, but one of the first things I notice are someone’s hands. Hands can tell you a lot about a person, especially male hands. Hands I find attractive are sensuous.
So your saying to yourself, sensuous, that is a cop-out; I don’t think so. What is the definition of sensuous?
Simply: affecting the senses in a pleasing way : pleasant, attractive, or appealing in a way that produces or suggests feelings of physical or sexual pleasure.
Since we are all different , what is sensuous to me may not be to you.
To me large, well groomed, strong yet gentle and warm can make me catch my breath.
For Example:
Hands can be a symbol of so much. So many different kinds of work are done by hands; sometimes even the worker is referred to by his/her hands as in a farm hand, all hands on deck, and so on.
Hands can be so very strong, and at the same time are capable of performing the most delicate maneuvers as in a surgeon or a musician. They can show such tenderness and love. They can tell much about a person, too
Are they smooth?
Are they rough?
Are they covered in scratches and scars?
Are they soft and pale or tanned and calloused?
Are they well groomed?
Are they large or small?
I don’t know if men pay as much attention to hands as women tend to, but maybe one of the reasons women tend to admire them is because when we see a large, strong man’s hand entwined with the smaller woman’s hand, we think of protection. Or maybe it’s much simpler…….
Maybe when we are feeling that vibe of attraction, we just naturally look at his hands and imagine them exploring every inch of our bodies
Any thoughts?
Copyright © Cathy Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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Cathy Johnson Poem
feel me missing you
my soul reaches out to you
be gentle with it
Copyright © Cathy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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We have things we want to say, but we also are put off, “may-be tomorrow.” Don’t wait, because all we have is the here and now, tomorrow is not promised to anyone. don’t let regrets bring you down.
Remember when the mention of a name made you smile, the sound of a voice gave you butterflies and a touch, melted your heart. What a special feeling. I am filled with a love that is aching to be let loose; but for now I hold the reigns and wait for the moment when you see it, feel it and accept it. Now I am Waiting for the moment when you open yourself up to what I have to offer and then I will fly to you,my giving my soul to you.
Copyright © Cathy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Cathy Johnson Poem
The sunset was a multitude of oranges and red, the only sound was of the breeze kissing the trees. I felt his warm strong arms encircle my waist and pull me to him as a soft sigh escapes me.
He turns me toward him and our eyes search each other speaking the thoughts our words could not form. He pulled my face closer with hands strong and gentle together. As his lips met mine I could feel my resolve ebbing away. I was home.
We came together, as the sun left the sky, with a fire that nearly consumed us, our souls melting together as one. The feeling was so profound that it hurt. Being with him was as easy as breathing.
We laid together in the soft moon light when the alarm rudely rang, louder and louder. I moaned , only a dream.
Copyright © Cathy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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