Slow hands to comfort me through the night.
Slow hands to make me feel all right.
A slow hand to send me to sleep.
A slow hand to hold and keep.
A feeling of patience and calm.
A smooth and supple palm.
A way to feel whole.
A way to feed my soul.
A touch as warm as the sun
and it's has only begun.
A tingle in the small of my back.
A feeling I've no longer come to lack.
A way to feel loved, a way to know how.
A feeling I have come to know now.
A love that maybe I can't own for now
but I don't care when and I don't care how.
A slow hand to feed my soul.
A slow hand to keep me in control.
A slow hand to give me the chills.
A slow hand for all my thrills.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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