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These new hands feel like on my flesh; it's not in the fingertips, it's the pressure. It's knowing exactly how to birth a woman under fleshy palms. It's caressing the face-- the simple gesture that a man may often forget while too busy ravaging the body.
There's love in those new hands, a true différance of meaning. They haven't yet become callous from working every day on a body that needed more. And so it is as simple as that: words might seem reassuring, but hands cannot lie.
TLC explains this point purrfectly:
January 16 2011, 07:53:17 UTC 1 year ago
god. i knew it.