your hands belong to me

I touched myself thinking of you today.

I turned my hands into yours

and watched them explore my body in the mirror

without hurry or destination in mind

until they entered my temple

to make an offering

they danced and swayed

until the Goddess in me came

the pleasure visibly pulsating on my skin

as my heart beat called you back home

to me.

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