Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t care how they look or feel, except, that they look and feel like the one’s that belong to the Man who has given them to Me for safekeeping.