His hands were rough
From a life of hard living
But there was something about them
I couldn’t look away.
His hands were strong
And keeping busy
They mesmerized me
So I couldn’t look away.
They were tanned
Wearing an onyx ring
No signs of a wedding band
And I couldn’t look away.
They showed a gentleness
And sense of purpose
With a slow deliberate way
But I couldn’t look away.
…if only he would touch me once
With hands that know passion
To quench this obsessive desire
Then maybe I could look away.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – touch