Hands are everything.
That was past conjecture; ever since  
The evidence upsurges when language retires.
His eyes & yours fill with manpower.  
Your brain stores all kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
 
A genome led you to him..  
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence  
  — nothing to discredit &  
...no hell to pay! ... the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.