To some people they are rough,
to me they are like velvet.
So soft when they are on me,
so firm when they hold me.
I feel so safe when they touch me,
I love your hands.
So soft and warm.
Smooth when they need to be,
and hard when they want.
They have some scars,
but that just proves you work hard.
They are stained with grease,
they are Strong.
They are the love of my life's hands,
perfect is what they are.