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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