Pianist’s hands, surgeon’s hands, hands of a God.
Long fingers stroke,
Caressing, kneading,
Taking me higher
Until there’s no where else to go.
Higher still, strong fingers
Taking me where I’ve never been before.
Taking me to the moon,
Taking me to the stars,
Taking me to heaven on earth.
Gentle hands love me,
Bringing sweet ecstasy in their wake,
Entrapping my senses until nothing is left
But the feel of his hands,
On me.
In me.
Consuming me.