Drunk hands

"Their hands are so drastically different. 

I held both today. It was odd. The stark contrast. 

Ones hands are so cold, soft completely different from mine. 

Ones hands are warm, rough and calloused . Just like mine. 

Ones are safe. Comfortable. Easy. With calm and peace flowing through his veins. 

Ones are dangerous. Addictive. Clumsy. With a fire raging through his veins. 

Ones fit in mine perfectly. Like the ocean pulling me in. I'd drown, because I don't know how to swim. His waves will be big, gigantic, enough to immerse me completely. 

Ones don't fit in mine. Uneven, like the flames in a bonfire. Hot, random, enough to burn me completely. "