My Hands Must Be Magical

my hands must be magical
to make your body sing
my fingers must be probing
to find every moment of loving
my eyes must be the fountain
of understanding
my heart must have that enduring
patience
of the gutter to the rain
guiding pleasure not to drain

you need me as i need you
whatever be the price!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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