Something About Your Hand
I must confess deary! deary!
by Dowell Oba
That there's something about your hand,
That softens the grip of a snapping finger,
That moistens the palm of a roughy handy,
That caresses the soul for a beating heartbeat
And that seduces the mind with a soft touch from you.
So laugh not cheerful one
Cos your spell made my hand greasy
In collision with yours!