Our fingers intertwined like the hairs upon her head

All tangled and confusing yet so simple

I could sleep on her hands, as they were

Like pillows to my face

The way she caressed my forearm

Sent a tingle down my spine and

A chill up my legs

I felt like a snake shedding skin

Every part of me she grazed or massaged or rubbed

Or even breathed upon….

Became new to me though it looked the same

Her fingers acted as her lips

Kissing my skin and replinishing tone

And volume to it with the evident

Cocoa Butter she lotioned on this morning

At her fingertips

Any contact with her stimulates my thought process

And consumes my conscious

Tickle my fancy sweetheart

I need to smile…

 

 

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