I feel you…in my hand.
I feel you with your hand on me.
I feel your hand on me.
I feel your warmth coming from your hand…on me.
All these is influence of Depeche Mode. But it doesn’t matter.
No, not everything.
Your hand on me…it felt so good. Your friendly warm hand on my waist… I wanted to put on mine, but it felt so good, that I couldn’t change the state. Though it stayed on its place with understanding that was needful for me.
…Wounds aren't healing inside of me
Though it feels good now
…I know it's only for now.
Your smell’s on my hands all day long. And I thank you (not for smell on my hands).
I’m a nose-fetishist!!