There were a lot of things in his touch; sometimes the slightest whisper could hurt so much
Could feel him coming nearer
His little noises and such
And then my man
Would lay his hands on me
He might touch me the way a man should sometimes
Bring me to passion that only he could
Answers on earthly
When ever he would
When my man would lay his hands on me
All the kindness and protection
The tenderness and the care
When he was happy goodness me
But then when he was scared
Those hands they took on a life undid
They where vicious and they where small
But big enough to keep this woman