Hands

Her hands
her hands
her hands
upon herself
upon me
gaping open
within her reach
for something
that belongs
to her

Her hands
her hands
her hands
on my neck
squeezing soft
moaning
little breaths depleting
from her grasp
upon something
that belongs
to her

Her hands
her hands
her hands
on my soul
wrapped around
an empty shell
that was filled
with something
that belongs
to her

Her hands
her hands
her hands
on my heart
skipping beats
in her presence
pulsing blood
into something
that belongs
to her

Her hands
her hands
her hands
on my face
fingers roaming
into my mouth
bite down
so I dare not speak
about the things
that belong
to her