Beautiful Palm
Not sure when I really started to notice, feels like it has been my whole life. I’ve always noticed eyes first, or at least I thought I did. Beautiful eyes and I am lost in them. But there is one thing that I think I notice even more, yet there will be no poems written, a beautiful palm. When you interlace fingers with your lover and their hand just fits. Nothing makes me feel more connected.
It’s not fetish, maybe a bit of kink since yes how many others feel like this? It the realization that something that was always there has such power. So yeah, eyes are nice. A beautiful smile can melt my heart. But the feel and look of her palm on me in bed, fingers relaxed just sends me. It’s not weird; it’s just that some of the most beautiful things in the world are taken for granted.
Raven has a great understand of this and can write on the subject far better than me, take a look at this site.
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