Heart Yearns

Your hands a ladies hands manicured fingers long and slender. Each displaying a balance a supple delicate care free fascinating grace. Texture fashionable taunting tasty beautiful blessing bountifully given. By our loving master father. Heart yearns to hold such hands carefully gently lovingly with cupped skill. As given while holding monarch butterfly. Appreciably protective though never as confining cage gilded bars. Freed to glide playful cooling zephyr whenever freedom’s fickle need arises within soft tendered soul. A form wonder those soft subtle hands that fit my own hands as length exact matched pair. So amazed astounded completely. Inviting entrancing curve of your warm welcoming thighs are as soft and full to me. As psalms benediction prayer; offered up as hosannas by myriads of appreciative angels upon altar. To Jehovah the most high. To Adonai divine eternal Creator. The love I hold for you embraces breathtakingly like an empyrean urgent siren desire. Felt when I’m held in paired paradise fire of your heartfelt feeling enfolding arms. Your neck noble feminine long gracefully arching upward heavenward thus your longing lips may quench hunger felt within by fevered mine. Behold classical sculptured arms those thin minstrels porcelain phantom slender firm limbs grace lure typical. Classifying a well bred genteel lady. A comfort fondling enclosing caressing beloved deified me. Love engulfs my purged heart. When those beautiful magical proportioned limbs. Reach out drawing me ever in to first heated heartfelt embraces. My heart my hands my arms are lost alone desolate. When parted from thee. When thou art, absent, unable to love me, comfort me, dear. My days waste in deep despair. Copyright © Terence George Craddock