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There's No Need to Rush Any day, give me a man with a "Slow Hand" As the midnight moon was
driftin' through
The
lazy sway of the trees
I
saw the look in your eyes,
Looking
into the night
Not
seeing what you wanted to see
Darlin',
don't say a word,
I've
already heard
What
your body's sayin' to mine
You're
tired of fast moves
You've
got a slow groove
On
your mind
You
want a man with a slow hand
You
want a lover with an easy touch
You
want somebody who will spend some time
Not
come and go in a heated rush
Baby,
believe me I understand
When
it comes to love,
You
want a slow hand
---
On
shadowed ground,
With
no one around
And
a blanket of stars in our eyes
Hey,
we're drifting free,
Like
two lost leaves
On
the crazy wind of the night
Darlin',
don't say a word,
I've
already heard
What
your body's sayin' to mine
If
you want all night
You
know it's alright
I've
got time
You've
got a man with a slow hand
You've
got a lover with an easy touch
You've
got somebody who will spend some time
Not
come and go in a heated rush
Baby,
believe me I understand
When
it comes to love,
You
want a slow hand
You
want a lover with an easy touch
You've
got somebody who will spend some time
Not
come and go in a heated rush
What more is there to say?
I have been singing the song for a long, long time, wishing I could
find someone with that "Slow Hand." Long ago, in another
lifetime, I copied the song for my tape deck...several times on the
same tape. Over and over I played it. It was the
anthem of my search for the perfect lover. "Slow Hand" is
more than physical, it is an
attitude toward your partner in lovemaking.
There is nothing more sensual than being with a man who is willing to
take time to make me feel good. From the moment he gently
touches me I know he is ready and willing to take the time needed for
me reach that incredible climax. He is not thinking about
himself; he is thinking about how much I can enjoy his touch.
He touches my shoulder and slides his hand slowly down my
arm. Even my fingers are not neglected in this erotic
touch. I can feel his hands caressing the insides of my
wrists, sending shockwaves to my brain and belly. Slowly his
hand retraces its path and gently, slowly glides to my breasts where he
kneads them before he ever touches the nipples. When he
finally does, I am ready for him and want him to use his fingers to
play with them, roll them, and tease them.
Then his hands slide further down my body. He spends time and
touches every part of me. As his hands wander to my hips and
legs, my hands are pulling his mouth to my breasts which he gently
suckles while exploring all parts of my body. Only when I am
ready, and he knows by the way my body responds to him, does he slide
his hands between my legs and part the lips. Slowly and
gently he drives me crazy for wanting him. I am
wet. I rise to his hands as they tempt and tease the hard nub
and slide inside me. But his hands are not
finished. There is no rushing them. Over and over
again they tease me to higher levels of ecstasy until I don't think I
can stand more. Still he continues to use his hands to
transport me even higher on the steps to that final orgasm that shakes
my body and leaves me gasping and glowing.
There
is no need to rush.
Maybe it is because we are older that there is no need to hurry any
more. But I don't think that is true. Some men seem
to instinctively know that a woman needs the time he can give her to
reach the heights of an orgasm. And some never learn that
when they pleasure their partner they will receive back more than they
give. Even into later years, these are the men who need to
rush, grab with their hands and take only for their own
gratification.
As for me:
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
Baby, believe me I understand
When it comes to love,
I want a slow hand
Live
well and prosper,
Jewel
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