I want strong hands
Clasp mine and pull me up
Catch me when I fall
Fix what is broken
Not because I need it
But because they can
Solid. Steady. Sure.
I want gentle hands
Like down against my skin
A caress upon my neck
Lightly tangled up in mine
Not because they are incapable of more
But because they can
A tickle. A caress. A sigh.
Lead me, I will follow
Lean into me, I will carry you
Relentless, unyielding man
Shy, sweet boy
Original post date: 6.18.2008
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