Hand full

Hand full
Lean into him.
Heed
And he, let him meet you there,
Heavy breast.purplish blue veins
zig-And-zag
spanning
fair, gleaming-white flesh.
Grasp there, firmly.
All supple.
Satiate the need for touch—all brimmed to rim.
Writhe. Twist.
Ride the swell of the gutsy-grasp-
hands full—
all sinewy-calloused, yet oddly smooth.
manicured.
almost buffed around the edges—like bondo on a damaged car.
Let the lusty, lotioned-swells of robust-meaty-muscle grapple and rub.
gently. Or. Not so much…
break every rule.
Let him tear your
shirt
Your Skin
Let him Rush, rush, rush
In.
Meet him at the front doors. Swing them open. feel the ahh…
Full-on, you have met him, ready, able.
No coaxing necessary.
Innately on the defensive, your body pours-forth, and with those same supply-fingered-palms,
Strong-reaches
Bend you.
take you.
Push you.
forward
and then back
Again.
winded for a second, you inhale. Lean forward.
Reach for his…hand, full
and find
the sweet, slippery, center of you; life-saving—giving—affirming
soft and wet. Lean into yourself.
Grab her by the hand
full.