His hands

Every time we are together, I want to suck each and every finger. Appreciate them for the touch He gives. The strength He has. The pain He gives. The softness He lays on me when needed. He makes me light up. He is able to contain me. Hold me in His hands. Smooth out my rough edges. Molding me. Making me better. His hands make me melt. They make me cry and scream out from pleasure.
Our hands reach out for each other when we walk. :)

That day when His hands wiped my tears away...