His Hands by C.J. Heck His hands should have their own identity, a name, perhaps, befitting each vocation they enjoy: Skillful Hands – Finely tuned, they hold every tool with equal panache. Each callous earned, a trophy, but self-aware and gentle as they browse my every curve. Comical Hands – The right one scraping whiskers, razoring down a field of white revealing trails of pink-skinned angles. I laugh at the silly poses skewed by the left so the right won't miss a spot. My just reward, a foamy kiss. Angry Hands – His driving hands, hands that slap the wheel as “Assholes go too slow, or cut in front, turn signals up their butts with their heads.” I'm glad the angry hands are only known to live in cars ... Those hands – God, I love his hands.
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