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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