my frustration

[rosyyeah]

your hands tonight
I
I
imagined your hands tonight
just the tips
the soft pads of the fingers
the grooves of the prints against my skin.
I felt so exposed
by the way they
moved--nails
gripping against
wood
grinding.
It was erotic,
to say the least,
the familiar swell
the rush of the circle warmth
surrounding me
encircling me
in darkness.
I swear I felt your hands
just the hands
just the hands
just
the
hands
sliding
slowly
softly
against my skin.