Those Hands

Those hands. To be held so delicately, so closely. Her hands placed on your lower back, persuading your stomach and hips to come forward and press up against her powerful body…your body, weakened by desire, coveting, and throbbing to become one with this woman simply from the soft, pressing cup of her hands on your lower back. Her warmth warming you, shielding you from the chilled winds. Winds countering the intense heat rising from your chest to your neck to your cheeks. Flushed. Hot. Sunrays encompass your embrace, bright dazzling glistens are like tiny enchanted fairies, whose wings flutter and smiles glow around you and your love - a symbol of the fairy-tale you are now living.