Hands (Poetry)

He had hands like magnets on my skin

Sending pulsations tunneled imagination was a combination

That serenaded my porcelain 

There was something in his gaze

And not even a short paraphrase could describe this mans hands

They weren’t  like typing hands but sexy chiseled

His energy was so powerful it turned my storm into a drizzle

I’m telling you this man had hands like magnets

Sending sensations in me so deep they left fragments

I know it sounds crazy

But

You didn’t feel his hands!

There was something that oooozzzed from him like a man

Evidence by the incense flowing from his sweat glands

And every drop had the purest destination it would land

He entered with a whisper and gently transitioned to a command

He spoke in arabic and taught me the language so that I could understand

Funny thing…

I gathered all this information even before I felt his hands

‘Cause that’s what women do

Investigative reporters

So much better than Nancy Drew

We’ll be home cooking dinner and at the same time watching you

His hands were so powerful they split Adams and made me two

Its been three weeks now and I’m still collecting his residue

I go to church on Sunday to praise God for making not only one hand

But 2

I know it sounds crazy

But

You didn’t feel his hands!

This mans hands came already framed

He had hair so beautiful every lock had its own name

If I were blind his hands would have felt me a story

He took me on this journey

From 19 to 40

From disgrace to glory

From a dark night to a bright morning

There is power in a touch

From the second he graced that room

I swear I felt his rush

There is power in a touch 

I know it means nothing to you

But to me it meant much

So I ran home after the poetry slam and listened to the best of Kem

And naturally I wrote a poem about him

This man had hands like magnets that rotated themselves on my blades

He was like a glade plug-in that lingers

Leaves imprints but never fades

It was his prolonged rhyme

And his clock like broken hand

But still made time against me

Made time against me

Made time against me

Made time against me

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  1. chiseled or simply pulsating
    my fingers faster than my grip
    I could show u my strength
    but perhaps a quickie is all I have
    Competition (1)

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