Think of the sacred history of those hands.. those fingers. They’ve held babies, and written papers. They’ve known the agony of a too quick slammed door. They’ve been clenched in fists, and wiped tears; covered yawning mouths and, if they were lucky, a lover has massaged the palms with oil. Now, all of that is forgotten. Together their hands are focused on the warmth that rises from her body. It is important to remember how sacred hands are when we touch.
(Source: fill-up-my-senses, via thegoddessoflove)
