My hands prey on you
Speaking to your knees
praying word gets sent on.
Not quite sure if it has something to do with
the lotion residue
left in the webbing
of my fingers
that lingered
long after the lotion was spread
everywhere
especially
in the creases between your thighs.
Perhaps this is just a means
to reunite part of my being
with the Motherland...
Because there are some things
I've yet to learn about her oceans
about her lands
that need to be crossed
to get deeper
If I can push aside...
everything fancy and
lace
and wonderfully well man made
I could get inside
of everything good and plenty and
My hand has a mind of it's own
Perhaps
You could teach it a few lessons.
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