My Hand

The darkest of nights, the shadows of spirits, I find them in my hand

I can see into the future, I can know what will be, what is to come, and it frightens me

I know this is a gift, somehow it is good, though it seems to be evil

I can see into the night, I know when someone is there, and I can love without being

Without even a stitch of clothing taken from my back, I can make love to my lover

In my hand, I can wish things to happen, I can feel the passion of lust and it feels good

I have this gift, and I must use it to my advantage, to the highest intent, I can call to you

And, you will be there for me, and you will touch my hand, put your face into it, and kiss it

Then we will make love, like no other animal can, I will make you want me, and you will be my pet

As I am yours, for in this hand I touched, your face, your lips, your neck, your chest, your waist, your thighs, and your legs, and feet

I have your image in hand, in my mind, and completely inside of my dreams

You will be touched by me again, and again