Your hands.

As you held my face in your weathered hands,

I savoured the touch of your calloused palms.

Hands that brought me untold pleasures,

They held the key to forbidden treasures.

Fingers traced cold, pale, freckled skin,

Stoking the fire you ignited within.

Caressing the snow covered peaks of my chest,

Fanning the flames that now burned in my breast.

Blood ablaze, rushing to the surface,

To greet your touch as it fuels the furnace.

Sparking a chain reaction like a Molotov

In the bud of my rose and the petals of –

the flower that blooms in those delicate flames.

I combust like a firecracker, calling your name.

I fly high, a phoenix rising from the ashes.

But the embers still glow as the firestorm passes.

Blazing a trail to undiscovered lands,

That’s what you did with your beautiful hands.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c9tsfs/your_hands