Memorable Hands

There's something about her touch
Even though it never happens
I can still feel it when I go to sleep at night
Such a longing for a hand
That I can kiss and claim as my own
If only for a moment or two
Seven minutes in heaven could last a lifetime
Memories of events that never happened
All I know is her skin is soft
Alomt like a cool metal where you can just. . . 
let your hand smoothly run along its length
Tracing her arm down to arm nimble fingers
They switch and move about, flexing and curling
Feeling sensors to let her know what is dangerous and what is not
Allowing herself to leave herself on everything
Small bits of infrared rays stretching
Placed on a cool cheek