You paint me, shape me with your hands,
Tracing each curve so tenderly,
In your embrace, passion expands—
Your name I gasp, breathless, empty.
A captive of your gentle palms,
I bloom like a rose in burning sand,
Oh, let me burn in sweetest psalms,
And melt like dew into your hands.
Your hands… oh, how I love them so—
From wrist to fingertip, every line,
Like a believer, I watch them flow,
As if they danced in a design.
Stroke me, hold me, let me be—
Tame me, make me fully yours,
These feelings rise like a wild sea,
And I can never close the doors.
Projection of Love
© Copyright: Викки Мун, 2026
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