Grip on Reality

My Dearest Sir,

I love your hands. It is such a simple statement, yet it holds so much emotion for me. We held hands everywhere and at every chance.  When I first found the videos of you playing the piano, I sat and stared at your hands; It surprised me that I recognized them. The memories came flooding back. Memories that I thought I had lost.  I played the videos over and over.

I kissed and sucked your fingertips.  We grasped hands as we made love. You touched my face with your hands. I can picture your hands on my legs and body. I see your hand holding mine at dinner. Your hands symbolized strength, security, and love.

I love you Sir – hands and all.

Palming-ly yours,

Darling

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My Darling

What can I say about my hands? I think the obvious thing is that I long for them to hold you again. It amazes me that you could connect them to my efforts at the piano. My YouTube videos? Well they most certainly benefited from the hits your repeated plays garnered for me. I would be more than happy to perform for you live my love. The song choice is yours to select.

I remember running my hands all along your body. I glided them from your ankles to your neck and all the regions in between. I caressed your face. I stroked your hair. I held you firmly yet lovingly against me. I ache to do so again.

You just don’t have to take the hands my love. You get all of me.  I await your summons.

Caressingly Yours

From Sir With Love

©2014 Darling and Sir