You squeeze my big hand
And ask why its so cold
I can't tell you why
Because I just don't know.
You rub it with your palm
Clumsily
Trying to grasp it wholly
But your palm's too small
And mine is not at all.
I admire how you try--
Not giving up--
To squeeze all of my hand
Though its cold and shivering.
You raise it slowly to your face
Press it firmly against your cheek,
While caressing it on top, gently
And with love you look at me.
The feeling of your soft, warm cheek
Drives me wild and makes me crave you.
I pull you with my hand towards me
And then we kiss.
I feel shy and nervous
My hand begins to tremble
So this must be why my hand is always cold.
