Your Hands

Frame my face,
Remembering every line and curve;
Smooth the hair out of my eyes,
So you can see through me.

Run down the small of my back,
Making me arch with lust;
Cup my breasts so gently,
Sending tremors down my spine.

Lock with mine,
Drawing me against your body;
Powerfully thrust into me,
Melting the surrounding world.

Trace my heart,
Claiming it as your prize.