Hands (Stripped Down)

Been traveling and it's been too long

The weeks feel like months since I've been gone

These sheets on my skin the only I touch I've known

Nothing like the feeling that I left back home

Help me remember

Though it's hard not to dream about

'Cause it's the one sensation that I can't seem to go without

Out of reach but you're close enough so at least I can see your face

But I need to feel 'em on me

Pull me into your embrace with your

Hands

No silk, no satin

Just touch me with your hands

Your hands

Your hands

I'll hold on 'til you hold me with your hands

Your hands

Your palms and fingertips stimulate me

Curves anticipating

I've been meditating

On the places your caress could take me

In a state of our own making, it's electric

Couldn't pull away when it's magnetic

When you feel me, you make sure I don't forget it

'Cause this could slip away, if you let it

Help me remember

Though it's hard not to dream about

'Cause it's the one sensation that I can't seem to go without

Out of reach but you're close enough so at least I can see your face

But I need to feel 'em on me

Pull me into your embrace with your

Hands

No silk, no satin

Just touch me with your hands

Your hands

Your hands

I'll hold on 'til you hold me with your hands

Your hands