Writing Prompt

His hand grasping mine,

My hand gripping his,

While we walk into the coffee shop,

For our very first date.

My hands tangled in his hair,

His hands clenching my bum,

as our lips unite as if old chums.

I regret the nights escapades

as he holds my hair back

and he rubs my back,

and he silently chuckles:

“ I yold you not to drink that!”

His hands hold a glimmering ring

And my hands move about,

Wh...

Everyone underestimates

The importance of hands

Helping hands will start

You have no idea

A home cooked meal

A clean space

These hands make a house

A home

There are the hands

That dance with me in the rain

Hands that throw down spades

On family game night

Lastly the hands

That comfort in hard times

The ones that feed me soup

When I can hardly sit

They hold me

When I shake from crying...

( the prompt but with a darker twist, because i’m a sucker for pain. / tw: sa )

in the heart of our love’s dying embers, where the moonlight whispers secrets only the broken-hearted comprehend, there lingered a shadow most ghastly—a reminder of the darkness that lurked behind those hands, once tender now turned tormentor. we were both _so_ young, drenched in the fever of a passion that sang in hu...

Your hands

Twisting silver rings off your fingers

Fidgeting, don’t want them to see

I reach over and take one in mine

Remind you I am here

Cause I can tell you’re uncomfortable

Your hands

Reaching out for mine

At a random time in public

Walking around the mall

Like you want to be close to me

Don’t worry, I’m not complaining

Your hands

Tangled in my hair

Soothing in and out of dirty blonde loc...

His hands, they hold on tight to mine, when he’s leading me around,

They lift me off the transit, and put me gently back on the ground.

His hands, they cook my breakfast at the start of every day,

They choose my outfits carefully, and he has great taste, they say.

His hands, they open doors for me when we go out somewhere,

Sometimes they even help me do my make up and straighten my hair.

His ha...

Your hands

Shaking madly as you

Look me in the eye

For the first time

My hands

Itching for a man’s touch

Aching for more

Than just painted nails and bracelets

As I notice you staring

Our hands

Both fidgeting

As the professor rambles on

Wishing for something better to do

Your hands

Holding the pencil perfectly

As you toss your shaggy hair back

And continue to make beautiful art

My hands

I...

We walked.

Hand in hand

Hearts beating together:

Ba dum

Ba dum

Ba dum

We walked.

Our hearts beating

Quicker, swelling with joy

Ba dum

Ba dum

Ba dum

We walked.

Our feet falling together

Matching our hearts

Left right

Left right

Left right

We walked,

You squeeze my hand softly

I can feel your happy heart too

Left right

Left right

Left right

We walked,

Birds singing around us

Like a fairy t...

Every time your hand holds mine,

It mends the storm inside my mind.

Every touch upon my cheek,

It'd make me go down and probably weak.

Every time you caress my hair,

It felt soft and gentle like a warm breeze of Air.

Every touch upon my lips,

Gave me goosebumps and a hopeful bliss.

Every time you tenderly stroked my hips,

It felt like the world around me slipped.

Every touch upon my neck,

Is lik...

I yearn to feel his hands upon my skin,

A touch that stirs a fire deep within.

His gentle caress, a comforting embrace,

A refuge where I find solace and grace.

In his hands, I feel a sense of security,

A sanctuary where I can truly be me.

With every touch, I know I am safe,

Wrapped in his arms, love's sweetest embrace.

His hands speak a language of love unspoken,

Expressing affection that can ne...

Heart made of glass

Careful, watch your step

Hallowed out

See through

Can't imagine

what it goes through

Clouded mind

Jaded eyes

Skinny lovers

White lies

Hands tied

Behind your back

Careful lover,

watch your step...