Hands

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His hands rested peacefully on my cheeks

His fingers falling down like cold rain drops

Trickling slowly, making me flinch

His delicate touch was enough to kill

The way his focus was strictly on guiding

I'd never felt a hand so peaceful yet determined

He made my body quiver with anticipation

Wondering which part his fingers would seek out next

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