I felt moved to write that my hands have always been considered by me as an essential part of my sensuality. They have almost a life of their own ... wanting to touch skin, hair, fur, feathers, cloth, leather, structured and smooth surfaces. They have their own rhythm depending upon what or who they are interacting with. They always seem to know where to go .... to bring healing, love, comfort, pleasure, excitement and many times have a song to sing or a message to bring. I love my hands . They are courageous, sensuosly soft "tentacles", discoverers of this dimension. And of course they also do handwork: writing, cutting, carving, polishing etc and still the sensuality is alwys there.
I felt moved to write that my hands have always been considered by me as an essential part of my sensuality. They have almost a life of their own ... wanting to touch skin, hair, fur, feathers, cloth, leather, structured and smooth surfaces. They have their own rhythm depending upon what or who they are interacting with. They always seem to know where to go .... to bring healing, love, comfort, pleasure, excitement and many times have a song to sing or a message to bring. I love my hands . They are courageous, sensuosly soft "tentacles", discoverers of this dimension. And of course they also do handwork: writing, cutting, carving, polishing etc and still the sensuality is alwys there.