Not Your Odinary 'Goldilocks'

My goodness, his hands are heaven
Such so big, strong and muscular hands he has
He could kill me with his fingers
His hands are killers
His fingers are monsters
His nails will tare and rip through your skin like diamond on glass
His arms seem average but I know the strength in them is deadly

The veins in his arms alone could apply enough pressure to my throat for me to suffocate if he was to choke me

My goodness what big hands he has
His fingers are huge
His hands are just right in size
No, he’s not using them in the kitchen, but a more appropriate setting
Lying down on the perfect sized bed, body next to body, feeling his big hands swallow up my thighs
Roll over on top; I’ll let his big fingers engross my hips and fingertips
Oh my, what big hands he has….. which are perfect enough for me

In a Dream

I had a dream I was your woman

I took your hand and stood by your side

They were ready to persecute you and I was standing there ready to go down with you

 I felt you again

 I felt myself inside of your soul and your soul inside of mine

You were there with me and you protected me

You held me close to you because you never wanted to let me go. Just like I never wanted to let you go

I stood there with you, protecting you from the angry mob; just like you stood there with me to protect me from those same persecutors.

I had a dream we were together gain, hand by hand.

You towered over me and I looked up to you

We loved each other again and I was still looking up to you

You looked down onto me, to reassure me in confidence that you will never leave my side again.

From time to time, when I am awake, I feel for that again

I don’t want to wake from your sweet dream.