The Hand

What grace and love and passion and beauty is locked in every piece of my Mistress. Every little fraction is a part of  a whole, whole HER. And i confess, Her hands are the most beautiful, most soft and smooth, flawless hands with perfect fingers, every one crowned with red sharp nail, ten edged daggers, ten thin spears, ten pins for which i would like to be a cushion, white gentle palms, so warm and pleasant, palms that can paint a million stars by every slap and that can caress also, the hands full of life... Kissing such hands is like touching whole new universe, Her universe, not only these are The Hands that punish and reward me, but every bit of them is also HER, my Mistress, Herself. Thank You, my Mistress, thank You for being here.