Do you know me by my hands
the way they pull at my hem
Do you know me by my thighs
the way they relax at night
Do you know my by my skin
each freckle and scar
the smoothness under your hand
Do you know me by my moans
the way i sigh at the end
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My hands are often ugly
do you judge me
do the lack of manicure and ever present scratches
detract from my worth
Does their sturdy appearance convey the softness of my touch
the delicate details they render
the tender side I hide from view
Do you know me
or only what you see
Do you see me
when you're inside me
or am i peripheral to your need
am i even a person
or just a tool for your pleasure
do you notice the nuances of how i move
leading your hands from here to there
do you care
Am i more than this body
flesh and bone
Do you know me?
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