Your stroking hands has a way with words is has caress the gentleness thoughts of ones mind
and at the same time it had spoon feed me the imagination that I could fly without level the ground.
Your stroking hands had made me looking at life just a little different, it made me stop too see the sunset and view the colors that made it so beautiful;
it made me think of the loved ones that I hold so very dear.
Your stroking hands made me cry at time to know that there is someone out there that felt sadden and dismay, and that they endured the pain of death as they kept on pushing to live their life the way God intended them to.
Your stroking hands made me laugh that I was not the only woman who was done wrong by a lover or a friend,
then it made me feel erotic to the point that I wanted to masturbate and still your hands just kept stroking on the sheet of paper.
Your stroking hands took me to the moon, the sun and back again, it made my feel like crying, lying, and even at some point dieing then it pulled me back to trying life all over again.
Your stroking hands kept me in an oz, I wanted to read more of your poems, I feel every emotion that you had felt at that time, every tear that fell upon that page was so powerful that it made me weep with you,
every smile that was made with that pen was so glories that I had to smile with you.
Your stroking hands made me realize that our time was limited and it was easier to forgive then forget because we are all damage goods, but once we see the beauty within thee no longer will we live this nightmare,
Yes your poems took me from one end to another so allow me to say don’t stop the stroking of your hands this is a gift that no man can take away.
Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-stroking-hands/
