Your Hands

Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship

That's why touch me, caress me, pass your hands
For all my skin that there is nothing left that I do not explore
Your hands, because your hands are magical and wonderful
They make you feel sensations full of pleasure and ecstasy

Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship

Your hands are a delight of pleasure, caressing me
They talk to me, they tell me not to tremble, not to
They will hurt, on the contrary, they will fill me with affection and love
That they will take me to places that I have never traveled

Your hands understand me, they speak to me
They touch me, they take me, they make me tender
Don't stop hugging me every second
Because without you I'm a drifting ship