I love your hands.

The masculine, long fingers

I fell in love with.

I imagined how they would

touch me.


I played with them in my mind,

ashamed of my own thoughts,

surprised by the strange need

your image put in my head.


A man with the beautiful hands...

That is your name in my book,

in a tale we are writing

and ending,

the love we are hiding,

the lust we are feeling...


I love your hands.

The soft strength

of your touch

injecting me with sweetness,

that is sweeter than

the honey and sugar,

brighter than the rising sun.

The world stops existing in your arms,

leaving me speechless...

In love with love.



Tatjana Ostojic is a philosopher by profession, writer and poet by passion.


Tatjana Ostojic