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they were the hands of a gardener… because they planted seeds of lust in her heart
they were the hands of a surgeon … because they cut through all the layers of scars and hurt
they were the hands of a thief … because they they stole her resistance and reluctance
they were the hands of musician because they played her as only a virtuoso could play

they were the hands of a guide… . .. because they showed her the way of letting go
they were the hands of a sculpter … .because they revealed the beauty inside her
they were the hands of a craftsman…. . because they helped her to become the work of art she truly is and always was