The Evolution of the Cubicle Crusaders

added some more:

I appoint your hands to be poet laureate of my pleasure
Your palms have a penchant for pretty purring places....
Possessing the precision to palm my posterior perfectly
Without pause pinpointing the position to provide plentiful passion
Pardoning ecstasy from prudish prisons
Rewarded with praises of pouring potions....
Funny how five fingers can flip frowns
...... and hold tight to fragile flower frames never fracturing the foliage
.....and find flows...
......by forging through fortresses of fear to open floodgates....
........devising devilish deeds to leave me drowning
in
dripping
dreams
of
diligent digits delivering doses of delight