My friend once told me<br />she liked this guy because of his hands<br />And I found it absurd that anyone<br />would develop feelings over one feature,<br />and not care about the rest<br /><br />It wasn’t until you used your hands<br />to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed<br />and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,<br />and my insides exploded<br />and my head buzzed with bliss.<br /><br />And the first night you slept over,<br />you fell asleep with your hand<br />laid over my stomach<br />and your fingers felt like a fire<br />that I didn’t mind burning my skin.<br /><br />The first time we got drunk, <br />was the first time you played with my hair,<br />and my god I was hooked, <br />I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.<br /><br />And in public you’d hold my hand,<br />and rub your thumb in little circles <br />that left me wanting you more, <br />no matter what you would never let me go, <br />I was glued to you, <br />and I honestly didn’t mind<br /><br />When we talked about breaking up, <br />you saw my lips quiver with fear, <br />and you brushed over my lips with your fingers<br />before pulling me into your lap <br />and you kissed me like never before. <br />With your hands on my hips <br />pulling me so close to you, <br />leaving no space in between us. <br />It was then I realized I never wanted you to go<br /><br />Its now that, <br />I finally understand why hands <br />were the only feature that mattered.